First I'll tell you the boob? Totally healed. Rockin' way to start the new week, don't you think?
But people, I am in Denial. And, no, it ain't just a river in Africa. And I totally didn't see it coming.
The last time I felt this way was the morning after I found out my Mother died. I kept feeling like it wasn't real and if I lifted the phone I could call her and she'd answer. My rational mind knew she wasn't here anymore but my heart felt otherwise.
This whole job thing is exactly the same except, you know, Mom is already gone and all my minds know it.
I keep waking up and going to work because he never said not to. I feel like I am stuck in Office Space and I'm guarding my stapler hoping he won't notice for say the next 6 years.
It hasn't helped that on Friday we recieved some very promising news regarding a client in desperate need of our services. I'm trying not to get my hopes up but it's hard. How do you not get your hopes up when you could possiblily not lose your very cushy job? I should know by the end of the week.
So, for now, I'm just going to keep coming in and collecting a paycheck until he says otherwise hoping to linger long enough to actually see some work come in.
Maybe the whole 'I lost my job' thing will sink in when I wake up one morning working somewhere else.