*settles into place*

[railenthe]

 So, a few days ago, I found out that I don't have a job right now.

It proved impossible to get me from this city all the way to St. Louis, and as a result, my tenure as a factory worker is officially over.

What surprises me is that I'm taking this better than I did losing my job at the hotel. But then again, that was an even bigger case of BS than this case: this was the year that they discovered that my slum apartment complex was full of ...ahem, pestilence, and they laid me off supposedly until I could get it taken care of. Well, while I was out there, they canned me before I could get it done.

In a way, this feels similar. I lost this job through circumstances that I couldn't do anything about myself.

More than the last job, though, this was killing my body. My back is wonky, my knees complain more, and through something completely unrelated, my shoulder is just plain fucky, for lack of a better word.

But, when I stop to think about it, I don't regret any of this, either. Everything led me here, to a place where I am doing better than I have in a long time.

BUT the fact remains that this means that I'm out of money coming in.

We're cutting back to essentials until we can get this situation put back together, but man, it's kind of scary. I've never been in this position before: New city, new neighbors, learning to live with a significant other--it's all foreign to me. And while I search for a job, I am basicallly a house spouse until further notice. I mean, I want to be a two-check house, but apparently that ain't just yet.

And yet, I have never felt quite this serene.

I'm not going to ask questions. That'll jinx everything that we have going on right now.

I'm just going to use this downtime to refresh and recover from the last few months.

Now, back to my podcast.

Comments

[ceiling_fan]

Your ex work sound toxic as fuck, tbh. As much this isn't ideal, I suspect anything you can find now is an improvement.

[railenthe]

Ohohoho, it was MESSED UP. The boss was openly racist and homophobic and transphobic, the conditions were dangerous (a guy lost a finger), the repairs were mostly done by the boss (and therefore things broke all the time), and to top it off, if you brought anything up that was a problem, you got your hours cut.

I might end up back to flipping burgers just like back in high school, but IT WOULD BE AN IMPROVEMENT, both in terms of quality of life and safety standards.

Heck, there was a very recent point where the guy tried to prove we were all doing our jobs wrong, took over for a guy...and fell off and broke three ribs.

We didn't get insurance. (:

Oh, it was BIGLY toxic

[railenthe]

--and while I miss having the money, I find that I very prefer the fact that I'll be headed toward someplace that isn't toxic. There's a lot of lag and delay with getting back to me at this point but I'm fairly confident that I've got the job now.

Seriously? I'm actually looking forward to slinging burgers. Benefits? A stated harassments policy? DIRECT DEPOSIT?

Sign me up.