Bridgette was fired from her job yesterday.
Today she’s gathering up a list of places to apply and updating her resume. She’s planning to apply to nurseries and landscaping firms across the board.
She instructed me that, if I wanted my ass kicked for me, all I had to say was, “Maybe we should skip Writer’s Weekend this year.” I had just been thinking, “I’m still going to WW, even if I have to sleep in the car.” So, good on both of us, I feel.
I don’t seem terribly worried, maybe because she already has a plan for moving on to better things. This might even be a good thing; she generally dreaded going to work. If she can find something less toxic to her, that’s all to the good.
Hope it works out well. These things are stressful even with contingency planning.
You’re very welcome to spend the night for a while on my hide-a-bed in Renton, which I gather isn’t terribly far from WW, presuming you’re not allergic to cats. Or, if you are, not averse to sneezing. So, no car-sleeping required!
Thank you! Right now, we’re still planning the hotel room, but plans go awry — so, thank you!
Best of luck, B!
(And the rest of the family too.)
Passed, thanked for, and appreciated.
AW! Sucks that your woman got fired. Yet, if she truly dreaded the job, then it is a blessing in disguise. Hope everything works out for ya’s, luv. 😀
Hope everything works out for ya’s, luv
Everything always does. My luck is truly phenomenal, and only my hurculean efforts can ever turn it bad. And I hardly ever exert myself that direction, anymore.