It’s not you, it’s me.
Today I was on the receiving end. Unexpectedly too.
The probationary period at my fab new job came to an end and that was it. I’m not as experienced a worker as she needs – and that’s okay. Small businesses need to be as efficient as possible and I’m not the right employee for the company. There are no ill feelings, no bitter words.
It just sucks slightly.
Re-evaluation will start tomorrow. A call to Centrelink may or may not be on the cards. But today I’m embracing the change.
I cried in the car (that was a first), I went to the supermarket in my pretty work dress with my stripey orange runners on (hopefully that’s a first and a last) and I bought a tea set that was irresponsibly expensive given that I started being unemployed this afternoon. And I felt slightly better.
I moped about the house and watched Gossip Girl to escape, but I decided that wasn’t enough.
So Mother and I took Norman for a drive…and I can thoroughly recommend this is treatment for sadness.
Feeling blue? Force your dog to go for a drive with you. I promise it is an instant mood lifter.
We drove to a local park where the wattle is overgrown. And we stole some.