Technically, it's not called firing.
So I’m pretty sure I am going to be fired. Well, not fired per say, more my contract won’t be renewed. For the record, I’ve done nothing wrong, it’s not me, it’s just the way things are at the moment. Having spent the last 24 hours in tears (yes, actual tears. My house mate even hugged me and listened to me talk it through), I’ve decided to put on my big girl pants and look at the bright side.
Finding out my contract won’t be renewed has been a soul crusher. For one, I really love my job. Sure, it has it’s ups and down, but I do really love it. Number two, all I have ever done is dream about travelling and working in the field I currently work in, so to have someone take away one of those loves is devastating. However, this has given me some time to think.
I haven’t really been able to travel because of work. Sure, I’ve done small trips, but work has always come first. Every time I thought about heading overseas, something would happen at work that would make me want to stay. Now though, I don’t really have that reason to stay.
So instead, I am going to find a day job and a bar job, work my butt off to to save and then I’ll head off on a big trip. I figure I can turn the heartache of losing one thing into the joy of doing something else I love.
Now, if you don’t mind, I’m off to apply for one of those bar jobs…
Chin up kim! I’m sure things will start looking better. I’m heading to france until July, and then Scotland in September. Wherever I am, you’ll always have a free place to sleep!
Thanks Jess! I’m feeling a lot better then the other night.