Yesterday I had a talk with a business owner friend of mine about how I might help him out. He and I have known each other for over ten years and I’ve done work for him in the past. He should have been the ultimate friendly audience for me to explain where I’m at right now. Even so, I could hear the stress in my voice when I explained my skills and expertise. Losing my job still stings.
I dropped my daughter off at a friend’s house for the afternoon on Tuesday. Her friend’s mom asked if I was working from home that day. Not wanting to go into the messy details, I told her I had the day off. Which I suppose is technically true. My guilt in losing my job overrules my guilt in fibbing about it. Either way, it sucks.
I suppose the pain shows that I really cared about that job. Certainly I tried hard to make it work. And yet, in looking back those last several weeks were not good for my health.
I’m ready for my next chapter to begin. I just hope I can soon put the last one behind me for good.