Not that I'll ever be able to afford shoes again, seeing as I have no job.
And my boss was a DICK about it too, I might add. No "sorry", no "I wish you hadn't found out by reading a carelessly misdirected email." Just, "Oh, that...I suppose you'll need to be gone by the end of the year at the latest." And then a ploy for sympathy about how "tricky" it was going to be to work with his wife.
You know, when she's doing MY JOB.
So. Laid off. How much do I wish I wasn't going to Ohio right now? Lots.
How much do I not want to start looking for a job right now? TONS.
But what I want is apparently of no consequence to the universe. Although, it must be said, I do/did hate my job. But it was a very benign hatred, the kind you can live with as long as there's no overtime.
My new problem is that I have no idea what color my parachute is. Or how I could parlay that knowledge into a job even if I did know. Simply put, I've no earthly idea what comes next. I'm growm up, and I still don;t know what I want to be. Except be independently wealthy, a goal I'm nowhere near reaching.
What do I want to be? I'm seriously soliciting your suggestions.