I knew it was coming. Not sure how, but sometimes you can just tell. My tasks were getting lighter, some different cross-training had been going on.
I'm always the first one in. 6:30 is an early start. I saw Shauna's (my supervisor) car, and I knew. She said nothing personal, we loved having you, we wish there were a way to keep you, etc. I got my final cheque, a small box with my stuff, and by 6:45 I was back in my car and headed home.
It isn't a terrible thing. I only worked 8 hours a week, so it wasn't a lot of money. We can tighten our belts. But I liked my job. I'd been there 6.5 years. It was my break from baby, and time in the adult world.
I looked at unemployment, and it's just not worth it. It would get something like $40 a week, and I need to apply to 10+ jobs (ones that I wouldn't want or wouldn't be a good fit), not to mention all the other hoops you need to jump through.
And so, I feel sad. I had a milkshake. For the first time in 33 days. I went on a long walk. It didn't help. So I mostly took today to wallow. Tomorrow is another day.
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