I've been a bit fuzzy-headed for the past few days.
Totally tuned in to me and what's going on in my life.
I've not been spending quality time with anyone. Not even S.
Who? Appears to be willing to give me time to lick my unemployed wounds and give me the space I need to get a fucking grip.
To all who commented on my last post? I thank you. Your words of support have helped and I appreciate you taking the time to let me know you're out there. To those of you I dumped on in emails (you know who you are)? An extra special thanks for letting me vent and offering further words of encouragement.
As of today, five days post-termination (gah, what a horrible word) (and it was a termination. If they were to call me back from lay-off, I would not go. I really did hate it there.), I'm starting to form a plan. I don't have many details yet, but I have realized that it is important to continue on, to move forward, to not let this beat me.
I take after my dad in that regard. He's an eternal optimist and he has faith that his daughter will rise above and continue onward. And he did not frown, balk, or otherwise discourage when I said that the police academy might be where I end up. He mentioned that he had a ton of fun when he volunteered for the county's Mounted Division (he had a Palomino named Scout) and that I should not discount policing as a career.
Mom, on the other hand, is in full-on freak-out mode and until she calms down about all this, I find I'm tending to tune her out a bit. I hope that's not mean. I'm trying to cope, ya know?
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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Hugs.
Your dad sounds WONDERFUL.
Your mom sounds wonderfully concerned. It's a mom-thing, for sure.
Policing? Sounds great!
The police might be one of those "toughest job you'll ever love" things. I'm pulling for you to find a job you'll love.
Since I'm a mom, I understand the full-on freak-out mode. It's a classic mom mode; that's why we all need moms and dads. We'll take you no matter how you need to cope.
Feel free to vent...
Whatever it is you wind up doing, Tuli, make sure it's something you would love to do. There is nothing in the world worse (and I don't have to tell you this - you KNOW) than waking up to go to a job you hate. Period. There is REAL value in all aspects of your life, to being able to be happy at work.
Ah, exciting possibilities!
Hey, I know an 18 year old who may make a wonderful partner in 3 or 4 years. :-)
And yes, the Mom-freak-out? It goes on until you're pushing 50 and beyond. Also the guilt-mode that comes with it. It's not mean on your part - it's a necessary evil.
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