Sinful

For quite awhile now, I’ve thought that I didn’t belong where I was. I find this is more and more true with each passing day. I still don’t belong, but sometimes things work out for the best and a person ‘belongs’ more in some places than in others.

For the last ten and a half months, I’ve worked in a retail store. More than half of that time I was the assistant manager. Like me, most others who knew where I was working didn’t think that I should have been the assistant. I –should– have been the store manager. Anyway, that’s not my problem anymore, nor is it theirs. While I was on bereavement/funeral leave after my dad’s untimely passing, the place I worked for fired me. What kind of bullshit is that? The letter of termination reads that I supposedly left the store unattended (which they can’t prove I did, but I can’t prove that I didn’t). It also says that I cashed out my own employee purchase (which *is* true, except I’m the one who reported it to my district manager.) The letter states that I “admitted” to my wrongdoing. I don’t see how I ‘admitted’ to anything, considering the fact that I REPORTED it on my own to my supervisor, so I –wouldn’t- get in trouble. Anyway, they fired me the day I came back from funeral leave. How’s that for a big FUCK YOU…

But, alas, timing is everything. My friend Monica (I believe I've mentioned her before) and I were emailing each other and I told her about getting fired. I was joking and said, "so, you know anyone looking for my skills?" and she writes back, "as a matter of fact, I do." So then I go to her office to hang out for awhile. She calls up some friends of ours that own a company that provides a full range of services to people in our area with developmental disabilities. They needed someone who's got a bachelor's degree, with experience in the field, preferably trained. Guess who fits all those qualifications? ME ME ME!

So then Friday, I went to say hi. Turns out they've been looking for me for months and didn't know where to look. I just happen to fall into their laps at the right place and right time. So I have my "interview" on Monday morning. I don't see how I couldn't get this job. Not with them saying things like "you get to have all your old clients back!" and "so, you'll be here on Monday, RIGHT?!" and "its so good to have you back!"... how else could I take it?

And so I am incredibly excited. Another benefit of this job besides me getting to do what I've wanted to do for quite awhile, is that these people all knew my dad. They know the loss I've taken and are sympathetic to my needs. (I'll be going to a see a grief counselor starting next week - on Monday). They know about it already and are of the mindset that "girl, you go and do what you need to do." and that's a direct quote.

So, all that being said, sometimes good things -do- happen to good people.