It's been a couple of weeks with many critical deadlines. Between submitting a manuscript (hopefully finished today), finishing a review of a manuscript (earlier in the week), completing an application for a summer course (done and waiting for recommendation letters) and submitting homework (more on that one soon), there's been a lot of stress. All week, I've been ignoring the blogosphere and connecting with anyone outside of work with the idea that Friday I would surface from this craziness and rejoin the day-to-day.
Then Grey dropped a bomb and informed me he was fired today.
If I'm honest, this isn't entirely a bad thing. Grey's been very unhappy in this position for a long time, not quitting or job-hunting out of continual warnings that short employment would be a mark on his resume. It's funny how this is so one sided, though, as a company doesn't suffer from the same criticism (unless there's massive turn-over in general). Regardless, their decision that he "wasn't a good fit" has freed him from the obligation of staying in something that was making him hate life.
Still, I want to cry. The fact that we relocated only 5 months ago mainly for my benefit brings a great amount of guilt that I'm the cause for this. There's also the financial reality we are now facing of trying to figure out how bills will get paid while also managing the mountain of debt due to fertility treatments. How will we survive? How will we make it through without losing everything?
Already people are helping. Both Grey and I are already networking and focusing on the fact that a lot of good can come from this. We both have access to resources and others who have navigate very similar situations (quite literally). There's also the mindset we're both in which we learned from infertility, which is to hold fast to one another instead of pointing fingers and passing blame. To be the rock we both need.
Because at the end of all of this, it will be okay. Hell, it will be better than okay. We'll make sure of it.
Listen Up and then BE HEARD!
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