I did something right after all.
The Ex Files
When my husband threw a big monkey wrench into our lives and moved out, I had to get a full-time job that would give me benefits. I had my own consulting business, but I had squat health or dental insurance. I had gotten that all through my EX.
So I called an agency I knew to see if I could get some freelance with the hopes that maybe they'd hire me full-time. And God must have been watching out for me. The Creative Director interviewing me asked if I'd be interested in a full-time gig. I loved him instantly. He was an absolute great guy with a wonderful sense of humor. The kind of guy that gives you hope for the rest of mankind.
After freelancing for about a month, they hired me full-time. And they were so happy to get me it made me cry. I worked there for a little over a year. I had a two hour commute back and forth every day, but I loved it when I got to work. They became my family. They rooted for me when I struggled with the changes in my life and they comforted me when I was sad. I hoped it would be the last job I ever had.
Then a friend called me and told me about another position in the marketing department of a huge health care company that was only 10 minutes from where I was living. And they would pay me the same amount I was currently earning. Shit. Instead of being happy, I was freaked out.
I didn't really want to leave the job I had, it was my shelter. But I realized I would be home faster and able to spend more time with my daughter. I wouldn't have a big hairy commute so I wouldn't be exhausted every night. And deep down, I was worried that the agency wasn't doing so well. Most of their clients were real estate developers in Florida. And as you probably know, Florida real estate is sucking big time. This new job was in health care. A field that would probably never slow down. Especially with all us baby boomers aging and decomposing. So I accepted the new job. The day I gave notice to my boss, i broke down and cried. In fact, I cried every day of my last two weeks.
