So if you had spoken to me on Tuesday night, you wouldn't have gotten a happy camper. I had been told that my contract was up and that despite being happy with my work, they couldn't offer me the job full-time. In fact, because of various rules, someone else would be starting in a few weeks time.
Just to add to the day I found out that of the five jobs I applied for recently:
1. I didn't get through the screening process on two of them
2. I hadn't heard back on two, which wasn't a good sign.
3. And the final one, which I had an interview lined up, hit a delay which meant weeks, if not months, before I knew anything about it.
Oh, and when we got home, we found out our rent was going up $118 a month starting in September.
So yeah, May 30th will not go down in the annals of history as a good day. I'm thinking about cutting it out of the calendar and burning it, just so I don't have to run the risk of looking at it again. A very bad karma day.
Today, I found out that they guy hired to do my job had a change of heart and doesn't want it. Which means my contract has been extended for a couple of more months. Plus, I will now likely get a chance to be interviewed for the job and have a very good, but not guaranteed, chance of getting it permanently.
I've had some karmic whiplash days before. Where something bad would be followed by something good in a short period of time before, but I don't think I've ever gone through anything like this before. I've been in a daze most of the day because it is a huge burden off my shoulders...at least for a couple of more months. And I'll be better able to enjoy our trip to San Francisco in August. I would have felt guilty spending money if I had been unemployed for two months. Now, while I'm not likely to go on a spending spree, I certainly won't be watching every cent.
I might even rent a convertible for that trip down the coast highway....
The downside is that I won't be home this summer. Which does suck a bit. It would have been nice to have seen my parents, family and friends. There are few nicer pleasures than a cold drink and a book outside of Hava Java on a sunny day. I'll miss that.
But really, I don't know how much my heart would have been into it without a job to go back to.