Unemployed?

When it rains, it pours, you guys. Like, literally. Have you seen the weather today?

But also, I Joined the ranks of the unemployed last week.

Seriously.

It had to happen. They saw the struggle, I felt the struggle, and it just wasn't a fit. For them or me. And being within my 90-day probation period, well, that was that. Peace out, job.

I AM AN UNEMPLOYED CAREER WOMAN.

Do you know how horribly heinous that sounds? And at the same time, how horribly neat it felt for just two minutes when I said, "I can sleep in tomorrow"? Mixed emotions enveloped me. I was part terrified and part absolutely relieved.

I can say this out loud now: I fucking hated that job. HATED IT.

This is my opportunity. This is me, looking on the bright side. I can find the job I want. Live the life I desire. Granted, at the moment I am unemployed and have approximately one week to live, but think of the liberation!

Goodbye, editor! Goodbye, cubicle! Goodbye, sensationalism!

Goodbye, salary?

Hrmph.

I'm mildly nervous, seeing as though I have bills to pay. But I have a job interview already on Tuesday. A decent job. A good-paying job. A job I'd enjoy. A job that's the right fit.

So, I guess the door is opened now. Perhaps I should step through it before it hits me in the ass.