Thursday, I began the new (to me) position of Treatment/Infection Control Nurse. Friday, my trainer called in sick to work. Overwhelmed with new responsibilities and no one to explain them, I got a call from hubby wherein he began to read me his approval letter from TSA. Finally.
And I sat down and began to squall like an idiot.
After the long day was completed, I came home to an excited hubby (and rightfully so - not a damn thing has gone right in the year we've been married. Nothing but slaps in the face and now finally, APPROVAL!) and my 2 cutie-pie but incredibly energetic step-daughters.
Now, as I sit here in peace and quiet with NO ONE HERE BUT ME (a small miracle), I seem to be fuming at the idea of the impending move. I feel as though it's not a choice I made, but one that was made for me. Yes, I am my own person and I actually don't think it's a bad idea in itself, but the time frame coupled with the possible monetary gain (supposedly the reason we're to move) is just unrealistic. Hubby has a job offer with his brother's company there, and here, there's nothing. Nothing, that is, except a job that I've been with for 3 years, one which pays up to $4,000 for employees' educations after 2 years of service provided you work for them for a year after you complete your education. I had plans made to make use of that little perk. My suggestions of not leaving until that's completed have gone ignored.
I don't even want to think of what kind of shit I'm going to have to deal with from the runt. No friends, new school, 12 years old. Need I elaborate?
I think my real problem with it all is that I am a little resentful. I suppose what I need to do is be more positive - look at the good things for the past 8 months instead of all the bullshit. Say over and over to myself "We will be ok."
So difficult for such a negative bitch like me.
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