I have yet again switched jobs. What I thought would be my dream job turned out to be one of hell. I was let go after just 8 months, and then she let go another staffer. We are still trying to figure that one out. But it was one of the best things that could have happened to me. I knew that I was miserable when I was lying to people and telling them how much I loved my job. Even I didn't believe me!
But since then, there were a few tears, a couple of panic attacks, and a lot of alcohol. There is also a new future. They say that you can never go home. But I think that you can. In a round about way. At least that is what I feel like. I was very fortunate to be able to start a temp and contract position within a couple of days. The temp position lead to a full time position and a new direction.
I have always wanted to be a program and event coordinator. I know that seems weird, but it is what I am good at. Now I am, in my hometown, working with many people that I have known since I was a kid. I get to plan and design my little heart out. I work in a community that welcomed me back with open arms, and I'm damn happy.
I am going to work on continuing to do this. I think it is healthy... plus now I am a published writer and not just here!
