Well friends – I got laid off on Friday. I had an inkling it was coming, but not as soon as it did. This is what happens when you work for a start-up that relies on an unreliable government. I cried, I freaked out and ate pudding – multiple times over the weekend. Now that it’s Monday, I have to get my sh*t together and formulate a plan.
No lies, I’m mad. Not at my employer, or the CEO – but at the situation. I just started my third trimester, a time when I should be feeling for kicks and decorating the nursery and folding clothes, yet I am wondering how we long we are going to have to live on my savings. The odds of me finding a full time job for 2 months, then taking maternity leave is slim to none. So I am looking for a part time, temporary office job. Which may or may not happen in time.
And I’m mad I am going to spend my ‘maternity leave’ looking for full time jobs instead of adjusting to life as a mommy and bonding with my baby. If I am not called back to my previous company (the best situation), I will need to move on to something else. I am lucky to be doing consulting work for a company part time, and that will help supplement what we will need to pull out of savings. And we have family that can help with things – they promise we won’t be naked, hungry, or living on the street.
It still sucks, and I’m still dealing with it. But in a few days I will probably be able to relax and focus on what I need to do to keep Mikey and myself healthy.