71 days...The good, the bad, and the ugly.

So much has happened today!

First, I booked the caterer for the wedding, which was an enormous relief, since my wedding is a measly 2 1/2 months away.

Then, my mood was crushed like roadkill when my manager came to my cubicle and solemnly asked me what my career plans were. At first glance that could be a good thing or a bad thing; but then he kept going.
There's an HR job he said, one that I should give a try. Could this be when I finally get badged, and moved out of contractor status? The strange thing was, the job was for another company entirely. Then he proceeded: with all the changes that are coming, he can't guarantee anything outside of a year, unless I want to move to Arkansas, where my job will now certainly be going. This was NOT a relief, since my wedding is a measly 2 1/2 months away.

Now, I can't act too surprised by this. Our staff has dwindled from the moment i began this job three years ago; from seventy, to a measly ten or so. And all of those positions have moved to either Mexico or Arkansas. Last week, we sent off three more employees who left voluntarily; the writing is clearly written on the wall, in large Sharpie marker, and circled with neon paint. But still, just to hear it out loud - it got my heart pumping. The conversation went on; I should begin taking practice interviews to hone my skills. I should find out what makes me marketable and play on those strengths. I should work on my resume. Yikes. Is "a year" code for a few months? I almost expect that it is.

Not three hours later, my resume was up to date. I had applied to the job he recommended. And now, I suppose, I finally have something to take my mind off the wedding.

I don't know how many of my friends and family are reading this. I will be able to take care of myself. But our finances certainly do not need another blow. Between a wedding and being screwed out of CA unemployment when my hard-working Abe was let go months ago, the coffers are low.

To top it all off, Abe has enrolled in trade school to be a massage therapist. He begins in two weeks; it's a six-week class. We'll have another income in two months; he will receive his diploma just two weeks before the wedding.

I don't know that I've ever felt this much stress in my life!

I'm a little too drained to write much more, except to say: Wish me luck, universe.