On the good side of the universe

I want to say something about how the universe works, at least my universe, fully cognizant that we’re not all in the same one here.

A week and a half ago I was told that the funding for my job wasn’t going to be reallocated. That means I’d be out of a job as of 10/1. I always knew this was a possibility, but when I got the news I took it very hard anyway. Like, was totally fucking devastated. Mostly because I’m the primary breadwinner and our health insurance is from my job, also because bitch as I may, my job kicks ass. I have near complete freedom to come and go as I will, I only have to work 3 days a week and I get full benefits, including employer contributions to my retirement. And if I lose this position, I can never get anything like it again because they’ve done away with the “regular part time” concept.

So I was devastated, disappointed, but mostly frightened because folks? Even with this job we are piss broke. So the thought of being even worse off? Damned unpleasant.

Anyway, I pulled my head out of my ass, out of my woe-is-me moment, reached out, shared my angst and you were all right there, “We’ve got your back, Myg.”‘ And guys? I’m serious when I say you steadied me, helped me regain my footing. So I went about making plans, figuring out what we were going to do to bring in the guacamole. And I was still worried, but whatever. I wasn’t going to panic. It wasn’t helping, anyway.

And then yesterday I got a message from my boss. “You’re ex-boss from another department has a position open, but instead of filling it, he’s going to to give us the money so we can keep your position.”

Floored. Seriously floored. As I always am by the kindness we show one another in times of stress and need. It is what makes life, however difficult and ass kicking it can be, a worthy endeavor after all.

Much love and good turns of events to you all on this rainy Thursday.