Well, the pseudo-manager at my part-time job called me today to tell me that I'm just not up to par at work, according to her personal observations (made, I presume, during the two or three times I've seen her as she dashed in, cell-phone glued to her ear, to post a new schedule at the last possible moment), and so she's taken me off the schedule.

Dh makes enough money to pay all our bills now, and a small amount extra to our ccs, and I'm working on building my freelance career by breaking into the national magazine market, so in the long run it probably won't affect us much financially, but it was a bit of a blow, mostly to my ego. I've been suffering from low-level anxiety in regard to this job ever since our manager (the one who hired me and who was there every night and treated us fairly) was laid off and they've been making stupid management decisions without ever being at the bar to see what's actually going on.

And, I was planning to quit at the end of July anyway.

It's just hard for me to swallow, and even though I know their pathetic lies about why they've sacked me are just that, pathetic lies, I'm the sort of person who can't help thinking, "but maybe I really wasn't up to par?" "What if they're right about me, and I really can't handle anything simpler than a waitress job at a small, slow bar?" Never mind that I already write for some of the regional magazines and have held down harder waitressing jobs than this one and never mind that I already knew they were making stupid decisions and getting rid of all the wrong people, I just feel a little bad. And it sucks that we won't have fun money again for a while. Sigh.

Well, meanwhile, I get to be with my family every night now and work on my writing career, and not have to put up with dirty old men wanting kisses and butt-grabs. More power to them! LOL

Maybe someone's trying to tell me it was time to move on already.

Thanks for listening to my rambles!

Heather