ladykatza

So the “Do I have a job or not” is still up in the air. Its like the false suspense they try to create on bad reality TV. Only its real with bigger consequences. My co-workers seem to think I have nothing to worry about, and that may be. But I won’t believe anything or anyone until I sign paperwork and my paycheck get deposited. Really, can you blame me? Sleep has not been my friend these past few weeks, either.

There’s a new schedule, of which I KNOW I will work for three days. Then my contract is up. IF I get to stay, then it will be awesome. I’LL HAVE A WEEKEND DAY OFF AGAIN! I’ll be working overnights, but that doesn’t bother me so much. I HAVE A WEEKEND! (If I don’t get to stay, then obviously I’ll have all weekend, not just one day.)

But I’ve been fidgeting, and pacing. I’ve been trying to finish off projects that have been laying around and neglected. I’ve cleaned windows. I’ve been rolling willpower saves to not go out and buy “Organizational tools” to file and sort things. I have to remind myself I have plenty to do without that.

The kids know something’s up, they can tell I’m stressed. I’ve been half-heartedly looking for other jobs. Even had some bites, but all of them pay so little and are so far away that unemployment would make me more money.

*sighs*

*goes off to sort laundry*