Backward

12:23 p.m.

Sometimes things just don't work how you imagine.

After Justin accepted the lectureship, I called my boss from Hawaii on Thursday, to see if I could stay on at my job. I'd scheduled my last day for June 29th, but now we're not moving. She's been talking for months about how she didn't want me to leave, telling customers she couldn't let me leave. It was constant, the expression of her desire for me to stay. So. She was ecstatic. Promised we'd work it out, I could stay part-time. Gave me the job back. Although I have not been happy there, it is convenient and was a good summer compromise. Flexible and a source of income.

This morning she told me she messed up big time on Thursday. She said the store just can't afford it, that paying me hadn't been in the financial plan (we are closing another store, etc.). She said she's so sorry she already told me I could keep my job but since I already technically gave my notice earlier this summer, um, can Friday be my last day after all? She said she feels bad, that she gave me back my job and is taking it away a week later, but that it just won't work with the struggling business.

So, hey, there you have it. I guess I'm laid off.

Everything is all backward.

It's amazingly good in a way, and absolutely terrifying in another.

This last month has been fucking insane.

Love,
black sheeped