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Times like this I want to re-evaluate my state of being entirely. I feel that I would be better off as a paramecium, or maybe a nematode. I'd be over the moon if I could be a tree sloth. But not a person. I don't make a good person.
This job I was supposed to start yesterday -- the one with the great pay and benefits -- has dumped me. I spent the past three weeks doing things for this job; pre-hiring requirements they called it, things that required me to actually quit the job I'd been offered at the really cool, lovely, soul-music-playing coffee shop so I would have time to get my fingerprints done, drive into Honolulu to get paperwork to fill out, take the bus into Wahiawa to have a TB test, go back to Honolulu for more paperwork, go to a clinic by the airport for a humiliating physical, all these crazy things that I had to do for them with very little notice given, and very indefinite communication on anyone else's part.
Yesterday, when I was supposed to start work, I went to the address they gave me, but within that address there were dozens and dozens of offices that all looked alike, and even though the one I went to seemed just fine, and the lady I met with gave me paperwork that she told me was what I needed, it apparently was not where I was supposed to be, and as I result, I got fired on the same day I was supposed to start. Technically they had me marked as a "no show".
I tried to explain that it was a mistake, that I thought I was where I was supposed to be, but these are brainless, soulless paper pushers with no concept of how other people operate. To them, I fucked up in an unforgivable way, which of course makes me FEEL like an unforgivable fuckup.
Now I have no job again. I'm right back where I started, only I've spent the past three weeks NOT looking for a job, so I feel like I'm three weeks behind. I was ready to feel proud of myself.
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I myself have been supporting a family of 6 on a measly disability income for 6 months now... I say supporting, but the reality is that I'm not... we've been bleeding money like a sieve ... a sieve that bleeds!
But back to your issues... I would actually count yourself lucky in that a company that won't understand a simple mistake would be a hellish place to work (with or without bennies and fat stacks of cash). So despite all the running around you did, you kind of dodged a bullet in that you didn't get more invested in the job. You're already invested because of that running around, but it would have been worse once you'd started the job. So yay for that!
Man, I'm so sorry things are so rough with money for you. I'm sure it'll get better, but waiting for that to happen is so hard. Good luck!
I'm sure things will get better over here too... they've already gotten a lot better for the kids... 6 months ago they were 1-2 years behind in school. They had their first day back to school yesterday and all 3 of them are caught up to grade level now. Woohoo! That was a real challenge and Alex had to take summer school, which was expensive, but worth it!
I don't associate with those individuals who do not make good persons. I do associate with you, on a regular and friendly-like basis. Therefore, you must make a good person. (Although I'm with Mimi in that you would also make an ineffably adorable tree sloth.) You didn't waste three weeks. Maybe it wasn't time best spent, but you made the choice that seemed best for your future at the time, and maybe those errands will be one less hoop jumped for a different job opportunity.
Also, just about everyone else seems convinced that if it had worked out, you too would have become a cubicle drone. I disagree. While working in such an environment would indeed be stress/dreadful, your intelligence, humor, and creativity would have prevented you from succumbing to similar mindlessness and - even worse - heartlessness.
Cheer up, dear friend. All is not bleak. It's hard to see the good, I know, but look! You are smack in the middle of a literal global connection. We all are doing what we can to lift your spirits, because we care not only about your wonderful comic and art but about you. I hope you can take some small comfort in that.
Love,
Suzanne
Thanks for the support, my dear. It's such a comfort to know that I'm surrounded by such good people, and that alone makes me feel worthwhile.
The very best thing you can do right now is go and get a hug. I don't care who from. Convince someone to encircle you in their arms and hold you for a minimum of fifteen seconds. I guarantee that you will feel better, even though your life won't change. Hugs give me the strength to carry on when the world is sucky. And while I can't give you one, I know there are people in your life who can. Go and be hugged. Then take a deep breath and plunge back into the beautiful awful wondrous cruel tender mess that is life.
Also, you get one of my specialty notorious back-cracker bear-squeeze hugs! Hmm, maybe it's a good thing you're at a distance... Also also, I'm super glad you get amazing real hugs. That knowledge warms the cockles of me heart, it do.
And thanks for the hug, sister. I like warming cockles. Of the heart. And such. XP
Well if you're thanking me, then I'd better welcome you. Welcome!