Most of the time I want to be right on things. I don't like to be wrong or to make mistakes. Today I wish I was wrong.
Last week my out-of-town boss called me to say he was flying into Detroit and needed me to book a conference room for him. Puzzled, I did as I was told. And then I started to fret. Was I in trouble? Did I piss someone off inadvertently? Did my boss's boss's boss hear that I criticized his ability to speak? (44 ahs, ums in less than 2 minutes -- you agree, right?)
No, today I learned I'd be losing my job again. A little over 18 months since the first time it happened. Not quite 17 months since I returned to work for the same company. Over. Kaput. That's it. See ya. Friday is the last day I need to be in the office and my final day with the company is next Tuesday. Yep. One week's notice. Sucks. And I never use that word.
Now it's time to update my resumé and prepare to tackle the world again. First I think I'll rest and visit my grandson and maybe visit my niece again. And spend some relaxing time up north with my sister Denise. Scale back my spending and return to my miserly ways. I'll clean up my Craft Cave and get some sewing done and prepare for the speakers I have coming to quilt guild this year.
But for now I'll just wallow in a bit of self pity, drink something bubbly, pop a decongestant since I've been crying all day and stuffed up. Tomorrow is another day. Fiddledeedee.