So, I'm unemployed. Gulp.
I left work tonight as usual, came home, opened a beer and put on a documentary. (BBC's Punk Britannia, which I recommend by the way.) Nothing out of the usual here. Until it occurs to me, I mean REALLY occurs to me, that I'm now officially unemployed. Deep breath and small anxiety attack. I'll admit I welled up and had to breathe through it. I think it was easy to go through the motions until I arrived at the destination. Then wham! I've reached my goal and it's ridiculously hard to process. I'm now a 37 year old, single girl, living in a van with no job. What a catch hey?!
Leaving my job was not an easy thing to do. I had been there for just shy of 9 years and genuinely like the people I worked with. I was lucky to have an amazing boss who put a lot of faith in me and fully supported my artistic pursuits. I don't think I've processed that I'm not going back in two days, or a week. Giving notice to my landlord was the first lump in my throat. This is definitely the second but it's bigger.
I am very fortunate to have so much support for my decision. People are unbelievably amazing and I am overwhelmed by their kindness and encouraging words. My last evening at work was filled with random visits from friends and warm words and gifts from customers. I feel like no matter what the outcome is people have my back and knowing I have that net is a wonderful comfort.
See you at the Gettin Outa Dodge Yard sale.