Last Friday I got a call from my boss at the animal shelter. It was a short call--no more than 45 seconds. He asked me to come in to the office on Monday morning so we could have a "sit-down talk." Being the nervous Nelly that I am, I suffered from cold sweats and palpitations for about an hour before I got distracted enough to turn my mind to other things over the weekend.
This morning I went in.
When my shelter split from the county animal control, they lost three-quarters of a million dollars a year in basic rent, not to mention a per diem amount for each animal over capacity. $750,000 is a lot of money, especially to a non-profit. As a result, they've been cutting back where they could, trimming the edges and being prudent for future monetary droughts.
Because of this, my boss said, they were very sad to inform me that as of June 30, my position would be terminated.
He went on to assure me that this termination would have no impact on my worker's comp status, and that I should continue receiving wages and eventually a settlement.
So really, nothing is changing.
But I still feel suddenly weightless.
I didn't particularly like the job. I didn't particularly want to go back.
But it was there.
And now it's not.
I've been in a holding pattern for almost a year, ever since I got injured on August 15, 2009. Being on WC, I couldn't look for another job, couldn't do anything else because of the injury--basically just waiting.
Now my future is open again.
I don't know yet what I'm going to do--I can't start my nursing program until fall 2011. Do I get a job? Maybe. I could go to the school where my husband works and earn an MBA in the meantime. But what do I need an MBA for? Not much.
I have an appointment with my surgeon next Monday, June 21. I'm sure I'll know a lot more after that. I hope so, anyway.
What I do know is this: I'm finishing this novel, dammit. And then I'm going to make it the best damn novel I've ever read. And then I'm going to query. And then I'm going to find an agent.
And when I do all that, at least I'll know that the holding pattern wasn't for naught.
I'm going to try and figure out a blogging schedule for myself soon, topic-wise. As I'm wandering aimlessly these next few weeks, I'm going to need some structure, so I'm going to try and figure out a daily writing plan, as well as critiquing, reading, and all the other stuff I do.
What a word.
PS: On a lighter note, we're almost done with LOST. We pulled another epic weekend and watched 12 episodes of season 6 yesterday :-)