I was hurt yesterday by a "friend" I thought was my friend. Long story short, I couldn't pick up a prescription for her yesterday, offered to do it today, she became furious and hung up on me. I might add that this medicine is to be taken once a week, she won't need it until next Saturday, but demanded I get it for her yesterday. End result left me stunned. Oh well, life goes on, heh?
Today I hit the streets running. There are several places I need to apply at that make you come in and fill out the application and submit your Resume. I like that, kind of check out the place, see if it's a good fit for me as well. I applied to about 15 different companies yesterday online. See if the phone starts ringing.
I do want to mention the sweet comments I have been getting. Thank you all. It's nice to know that a complete stranger is praying for you. I usually don't publish the comments, but have decided to start. I have been feeling the prayers. I have this peace about looking for work. It's like God Himself is telling me I will find a job. I need to reassure myself today that God is working.
I got up early, showered, picked out my clothes last night and am ready to join the working class once again. I feel like a kid starting school. I'm excited about the prospect of working again, being back in the "world", but, at the same time, I'm nervous.
I worry about husband as well. Will he be alright? Will he eat? Care for himself? If he is at Adult Day Care or his dad's house, he'll be fine.
He told me last night that he could be home alone, he'd be fine. I had to sit down and explain to him that I would feel better if he was with someone. He looked so sad. But, I told him, I would fix him special lunches and call him throughout the day. He seemed to like that idea.
I'm more nervous about having to explain where I've been for the last 16 months. In my cover letter, I said that husband became disabled and I chose to leave my position to be home with him. I also said that I was happy to report that I was now able to seek employment once again. Trouble is, if they ask me what his disability is and I tell them he is terminally ill, they may not want to hire me, thinking I'll call in a lot.
On the other hand, I don't want to lie to them. Peculiar situation I'm in, folks. Guess I'll just play it by ear.
So, here I go, watch out world!!!!