Yep, the bastard fired me this morning.
First of all, the reason I haven't been blogging lately is because I've been so totally consumed with all the crap they gave me to do, I just didn't have the time or the strength. I'd come home from work in the evenings and whine to John about how they've all changed in there, and how they all have attitudes with me for no apparent reason. (I think I did tell you how I got jumped all over a few weeks ago, and what happened after that.) Well, it happened again Monday morning. Not by the big guy this time, though. No, the torture was instead carried out by his flunkie. (I still think they're sleeping together.) Anyway, the short version of that whole fiasco is that this bitch all but called me a liar straight to my face. That was all I needed to snap. I knew at that point it was time to start looking for another job. (And I did. Started looking. Haven't found anything yet, other than the website I want to go full force with.)
So anyway, things were going great today. I was busting my butt and working my little heart out to meet all their petty deadlines. Next thing I know, he calls me down to his office and tells me to have a seat. Meanwhile, his Amazonian flunkie-bitch is sitting there staring at the wall, just like my dog always does when he knows he's in trouble and fears making eye contact with me. So I sit down and he proceeds to tell me that my probationary period is almost up, and he just doesn't feel like it's working out. (Yeah, join the club, chubby!) He then hands me an envelope and tells me he's giving me two weeks severance pay, and he's sorry.
You know what? I'm not. I mean, I AM, because my paychecks might stop rolling in every week, but the bills won't. And believe me when I tell you we have bills!
But just last night I cried to God (I do that sometimes) ....and the day before, literally 'cried' out in prayer, asking Him to guide me, to put me on the path I need to be on, and to help me through it whatever it might be. The next thing I know, I'm fired! I don't GET fired, I quit! But as I swore to my loved ones, I wouldn't walk away from this job no matter what (because I don't want to go in debt!) ...they'd have to fire me. Well, they did.
And it's okay. It's going to be okay. I have to look at this as a sign from God. I have to.
All the people I've been doing readings for on Lisa William's website told me it's time to start building up my client base and charging for my readings (and that was before I got fired. They don't even know yet.) I wanted to agree with them, so I took the leap of faith and, as I said, I prayed for that sign, that push... and I guess I got it. I told God I was ready to work for Him, and to carry out His plan for my life. I surrendered. And fortunately it seems He took me up on the offer. Now I just have to stay strong and not worry. I have to keep my faith and KNOW that everything WILL work out and be just fine. "If God gets you to it, He'll get you through it", right?
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