Of Jobs and In-Laws

I quit a part time job I had today (well by the time you read this it will be yesterday, but as I write this it was earlier today). I don't know whether to smile or cry at the moment, I'm pretty divided. While I can't tell you what I do, I will say I work mainly short-term jobs for a lot of different companies. And that when I signed up to do this particular one, it was one of the craziest things I've done. Let's just say part of it for the first time involved cooking, which anyone who knows me knows I place slightly above swallowing broken glass. Taking this job was facing one of my greatest intimidations. I'm proud of myself for doing it, just to prove to myself that I could. But I can't do it long term.


To say this job has been stressful has been an understatement, largely because of my often over chaosed brain. One of these days I'll write about my cooking prowess or lack thereof. But I will say I've never worked so hard for a mere gig, no matter how long term, ever. And I've done a lot of jobs that are really stressful. I can't even count the number of spankings I've received because of this stupid job. Well, yeah, really because my attitude takes a flying leap off a cliff when I get stressed...(but still, because of this job!). I got the worst spanking I've ever gotten ever, because of this job (and a really really duh thing I did, that yes I'll write about sometime when I get time, at least if I ever get time, as long as you promise not to laugh too much at me, lol). And I think I'm also getting one tonight, because in preparing to train the person today that would take over my job, things became a super stressful snafu, and well...you can let me hide my shame in having to tell you and guess what happened, right? Yeah we'll just say tonight might not be pleasant and there will probably be a lecture about my "I don't care" attitude regarding being respectful when I get stressed. Sigh.


My life has probably gotten easier, now that that job is behind me, but still I have mixed feelings, and not just because of the perks I got from doing it. I hate quitting things. It was hard to admit that the world will not end if I pass on the responsibility. Part of me struggles against the "failing" feeling. And I don't know how the agency that hired me will treat me in the future, if I want to work again, doing something else. I've got to leave with my reputation intact, and at the second, I sort of just feel like a screw-up. Oh well. I guess it's in God's hands, right?


Not that I have too much time to think. I'm working for family tomorrow, and then working long long hours through the weekend for something else. If I can form a coherent thought on Monday, I'll begin processing through everything I suppose. At least that's the plan.



And speaking of plans, we finally have an action plan for getting my father-in-law out on his own. It's due to my brilliance. Okay well, that could also be termed loss of sanity. But you could say it turned out good ultimately, anyway. It did take a not so scenic detour through what seemed like a horror movie. But all's well that ends well, right? Geez though, still trying to recover from that too. The aftermath of the volcano that erupted after a year of holding back. Did I mention that volcano was named Mt. Kay? You probably figured that. In my defense it was a deadly cocktail of events. And literally too, to deal with said cocktail of events. A long long day of driving to another state six hours each way to hopefully buy something to fix up and send him on his happy way, only to find out it wasn't going to work. No sleep the night before. And PMSing major. Add some alcohol, and hearing how he wouldn't start cooperating at beginning to find a way to leave til after Christmas and I lost it. I told him exactly what I thought, and in a yell. Then I ran downstairs leaving my husband to deal with it, nice guy that he is.


Jay came to me later, cuddling me close, and explained what happened next. He said we were frustrated because we didn't see him trying. Jay said they reached an understanding and not to worry. His dad said he understood. Uh huh. He may have, but then he called his sister in the morning (like they didn't hate me enough before) and told her we were kicking him out. And refused to eat for almost a week. He stayed out in the garage, and I was scared he was dying out there. Jay told me he's starved himself to the point of needing hospitalization in the past. I didn't know it would get like it did. I felt guilty and angry and helpless. And even though I tried to make things right, there was nothing I could do to fix anything.


Now he's started to see reason again. I had mixed feelings about that too. I know it wouldn't have been a good situation, but there was part of me that would have been so happy to see him go back to his home state. But he decided to stay around. And get over his, well, whatever that was. So we have to deal with him for longer. But this time he knows he can't stay forever. Now there's a plan in place that will get him out hopefully before Christmas, that won't leave him crying about abandoning him. Things are starting to look hopeful. At least I'm choosing to feel hopeful.


So anyway, that's pretty much a recap of this month. I hope everyone is having an amazing summer. I'll try to get caught up on what's going on in blogland this Monday or early this week. I miss everybody and feel totally out of everything, so I'll try to remedy that soon. I'll also try to get promised posts up soon. Hopefully things will be calming down within a couple weeks. :)