As you may, or may not know, I recently started working again. The new job came at just the right moment because unemployment was up and for 6 months, I had no good (read: any) opportunities come up. My worrying was keeping me up nights, which developed a nasty sleeping habit. Either way, a new job came, I took it, and I like it.
One major flaw… They will not give me the time off I need to go to NYC.
I’m heartbroken. I’ve been crying on and off for the last 3 days. This utterly sucks.
I’ve done everything I could do to get the time off but short of walking out on this job, my hands are completely tied. I wish it was different but I have my future to think of. Plus, I really hate being broke.
One thing I was able to salvage from this is getting to see my honey. We’ve decided that we will do what we can to get him here for the long weekend instead. We don’t have anything huge planned out, just being able to sleep next to each other for a few nights and kiss whenever we want.
Everything happens for a reason. I keep reminding myself that. I keep saying that this job will eventually allow me the opportunity to afford trips I want to take in the future, somewhere to live that I can call my own, and the ability to start living the life I really crave.
I guess there isn’t much more to say that this. It’s not the end of the world, but damn if it doesn’t hurt just as bad.