For the first time in 22 years, I am unemployed.
When things started going downhill for my son a couple of years ago I knew the job I had at the time would not work for us; I was going to have to be out a lot for meetings, emergency pickups, etc. When I found a job close to home and school that would allow me to work around the school issues, I rejoiced and jumped on it, even with the 40% pay cut.
Unfortunately, I was working for a friend. Note to self: Never work for friends again.
Over the last year, my "part-time and flexible" job turned into a 24/7 on call and at least 55 hours a week job. Seems when people know your personal situation and know you need the job...they think you'll be a complete doormat to keep it. Recently, my son's situation changed again and I discussed going back to my original hours with my boss. Talks broke down and I was asked to resign, effective immediately.
So here we are. Day 2 of having no job and I found out today that my son has been accepted at the private therapeutic school we've been trying to get into for 6 months. I'm really trying to see this as an opportunity to try something new and make a new start, but being broke in the first place is making it hard not to panic.
People can be real assholes.