after a few days of digesting

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I’m reasonably sure that there’s never a good time to receive bad news about your job. Even if you just won a Mega Millions jackpot, it might still sting to hear that your job was being eliminated or reduced or any of the industry buzzwords that are used to try to separate business from emotion.

Businesses, no matter what they say, really don’t care about people much. And that’s okay, to a degree. You can’t run a business if you’re too busy staunching the blood from your bleeding heart. I’m not faulting businesses that make the decisions they need to make to keep their business afloat.

(I don’t believe that’s what happened here, but honestly, that’s neither here nor there because it changes nothing.)

While there’s no good time for something like this, I can say with 100 percent certainty: there are worse times than others for something like this to happen.

Right now? Epically bad time for this to happen.

I was told that it typically takes a woman five years to regain financial footing after a separation/divorce. I believe it. Whether or not that’s actually true, it feels like it could be true.

So this is not the time I want my paycheck getting smaller.

It is what it is.

In just over a week, my work week will shorten by roughly 10 – 12 hours each week. I am seeking ways to supplement those hours with other work. I am seeking solutions. I am not comfortable with bitching about problems and then making no real effort to fix them. And so, I look.

I am grateful for friends who have not only reached out to me but have reached out to people they know who might be able to help me network and find supplemental or new employment. I am grateful for the “You will be okay” and the “I believe in you.” I am grateful for moments where I forget to be stressed out and moments where I can just let my guard down and cry because I am really stressed out.

I don’t know when it will happen, but I have to believe that a company will see that eventually and realize that I bring a lot to the table and could truly be an asset to them and then offer me some six figure salary to work my marketing mojo (Hey, it’s my day dream… ). It could be Tuesday (like that fortune cookie said) or it could be months from now.

Uncertainty – I’ve never really been a fan of it.

The shock of it has worn off – shock because even though I knew that this day would be coming, until it was actually here, i could always hope that something would change.

And it didn’t and so here I am.

Maybe now would be a good time to start playing the lottery.

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Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.

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