I had a random thought pop into my head this morning. And that thought was, “Sometimes it has to get worse before it gets better.”
My second thought was, “How could things get any worse?”
This morning, waiting for me in my inbox, was an announcement that Farrah was my new supervisor.
The first thing she did was express “concern” that I was working from home on some days. (I work from home because we can’t afford a babysitter on what they are paying me). I literally broke down in tears talking to Jen about it on the phone.
I had to be talked down off of a ledge. A ledge being me giving my two weeks notice. My friends reminded me that it is a very tough market out there, and this is just a temporary point in my career. And I have two kids and I shouldn’t do anything rash.
I listened to them, and then I went in to talk to the New/Interim Director of the Agency. He assured me that there was no problem with me working from home.
So I am still employed for now. I just need to calmly find a new job.