I got a new job!!!
After almost three months of being unemployed, I am working again.
It's a great company. I have my own office which includes a killer view.
It doesn't pay all that much but the benefits are out of this world.
No cubicle for me!
There's plenty of free parking available, but is also close enough to walk.
So we have had to tighten our financial belts... but who hasn't, given these tumultuous times?
Lucky for me, I'm reasonably easy to please. Give me a house with a yard which needs my attention, and I'm the (wo)man for the job!
Yes it would probably look better with professional landscaping but I kinda prefer my Slap Dab method...and it feels wonderful to look at how much work I accomplish every single day.
And then there's the beach, less than an hour away.
I've always loved being by the ocean.
It was a huge adjustment for me, moving to another state after over half a century in the same one.
I'm a true Georgia Peach, southern born and bred - suddenly transplanted amongst the oranges.
I suffered a huge bout of depression after first moving here.
I had absolutely, but more than willingly, drained my entire savings account to help with the massive undertaking of moving and combining three separate places, containing the entirety of our lives.
I arrived in the Sunshine State, only to find out the extremely lucrative job I had transferred with from Georgia didn't actually exist.
That was a crucial blow- financially as well as emotionally.
Remaining at your own pity party, in a bed - temporarily consisting of a lot of blankets and quilts piled high on a wooden platform bed base- in a darkened room doesn't sound like an awfully long time... but it really was.
Trust me, I'm one of the lucky ones. I was able to kick my way out of that bag of depression,
which relentlessly seems so all consuming to millions of others every single day; Spiraling them into an abyss so deep they feel it's useless to even try and get out. Instead they limp by best they can, and hope they avoid the worst.
So my latest (only) job in Florida (for over three years) hasn't called me back to work like they said they would do (per email) once plans were made to reopen . I waited for the call, like they said to do.
I never got that call.
I waited for a text. I never got one.
I waited for a link or email.
All I have heard is crickets.
It bothered me at first. No, actually it almost drove me insane at first.
I'm not that great of a person, and never claimed to be; but what I AM, is a hands down 100% excellent, dedicated, loyal and more than extremely efficient and hard working employee who is more than capable of doing my own job and work circles around others, some over half my own age.
If they don't want me, I'm not seriously really sure I want to work for them.
Does that hurt?
Yes.
Can I get over it now?
Absolutely.
And I will.
It took us over thirty years to get to this point in our lives. This serving job of mine here in OTown, as great as it was, isn't going to make me feel bad about myself as a server. I know what kind of waitress, server and employee I am, have been, and can be.
In my opinion, it's their loss not mine.
I am redirecting my focus to writing. It's a lot easier for me physically...and helps me more emotionally.
You gotta be happy in life... or you're not going to be happy.
Till next time
Cyber hugs, COTTON
And then there's the beach, less than an hour away.
I've always loved being by the ocean.
It was a huge adjustment for me, moving to another state after over half a century in the same one.
I'm a true Georgia Peach, southern born and bred - suddenly transplanted amongst the oranges.
I suffered a huge bout of depression after first moving here.
I had absolutely, but more than willingly, drained my entire savings account to help with the massive undertaking of moving and combining three separate places, containing the entirety of our lives.
I arrived in the Sunshine State, only to find out the extremely lucrative job I had transferred with from Georgia didn't actually exist.
That was a crucial blow- financially as well as emotionally.
Remaining at your own pity party, in a bed - temporarily consisting of a lot of blankets and quilts piled high on a wooden platform bed base- in a darkened room doesn't sound like an awfully long time... but it really was.
Trust me, I'm one of the lucky ones. I was able to kick my way out of that bag of depression,
which relentlessly seems so all consuming to millions of others every single day; Spiraling them into an abyss so deep they feel it's useless to even try and get out. Instead they limp by best they can, and hope they avoid the worst.
So my latest (only) job in Florida (for over three years) hasn't called me back to work like they said they would do (per email) once plans were made to reopen . I waited for the call, like they said to do.
I never got that call.
I waited for a text. I never got one.
I waited for a link or email.
All I have heard is crickets.
It bothered me at first. No, actually it almost drove me insane at first.
I'm not that great of a person, and never claimed to be; but what I AM, is a hands down 100% excellent, dedicated, loyal and more than extremely efficient and hard working employee who is more than capable of doing my own job and work circles around others, some over half my own age.
If they don't want me, I'm not seriously really sure I want to work for them.
Does that hurt?
Yes.
Can I get over it now?
Absolutely.
And I will.
It took us over thirty years to get to this point in our lives. This serving job of mine here in OTown, as great as it was, isn't going to make me feel bad about myself as a server. I know what kind of waitress, server and employee I am, have been, and can be.
In my opinion, it's their loss not mine.
I am redirecting my focus to writing. It's a lot easier for me physically...and helps me more emotionally.
You gotta be happy in life... or you're not going to be happy.
Till next time
Cyber hugs, COTTON
1 comment:
I was so bummed that they didnt call you back. I miss you. You were one of my faves to work with always. You are an amazing employee, mama bear, fantastic server, and an even more fantastic human. I love your outlook on all this. I love your outlook on life. Im not so.sure i want to.continue there with all the changes fo.our amazing team. Im sure gonma miss our ol chroma crew. Its never gonna be the same. We will get together soon because we are friends and thats what friends do. Im.honored to be able to call u friend!!
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