I cannot spell electrician. heh. That is probably one of the words you should spell right when you work for one. I think I was a little over wrought last night.
Thanks for your good wishes.
I was okay with everything until I went to bed....and started to cry.. damit! I guess the day was just a little too much for me.
But today, I'm fine. I have Plan A. No, I'm not going to put poison in their Kool Aid. It's the old "work to rule." My boss has been kissing my ass all day...and I wish he would stop it. I know it wasn't his decision alone....and I know he feels really bad. But not bad enough to hire his son in law, when the opportunity presented itself. Without yelling "nepotism" I will silently "work to rule"..... and yeah if you know me at all, I will take on anything they throw at me, because I never like to let anyone down. So, plan A is fucked.
So, lets just get on with it. Another chapter of my life is opening up, and I should embrace it.
But then, why do I feel I have fucked over/up/ and sideways? Because I have been.
I'm not over this shit just yet.