Today begins my last week of work. Well, I can’t even call it a week. In three days, Thursday, will be my last day. I will receive one week of severance and my vacation will be paid out. Once those funds run out (or time, whichever comes first), I will be able to apply for unemployment. After receiving a month or so of unemployment, I will apply for food stamps and any other aid I can get.
And for some odd reason, I am not at all stressed about this change. I am still receiving calls about jobs and I am being a bit picky. I would rather get a job that I love and want to keep, than take a crap job for crap pay that’s located in Crapville. I might take one of those for a moment, just to get by, but I want security and long term opportunity and I will not settle.
I hope to be let go early on Thursday so I can go celebrate by taking my kid to Monkey Joe’s. I cannot wait…to get out of this stinkin’ job and I cannot wait to get out of the stinkin’ house I live in. Both will be welcome changes. And I cannot stress that enough. The pure joy I will feel on moving day…oh…so…gratifying.
This is also my last week of smoking. Well, I am actually supposed to be quitting this week. I have less than a pack left and I’d like to finish it off…slowly, but surely. I tapered down to a half pack from a whole pack last week. We will see what this week brings. I have a feeling that being out of work is going to leave me bored and wanting… I am hoping I can combat this somehow…maybe with all of my waiting projects, packing and playing with the kid. I am looking forward to all of this stuff!