This box represents the end my work life as I knew it. After almost 12 years at my job they decided to let me go. It’s been an incredibly hard time for me these last few months. I went on a doctor suggested medical leave and was told I couldn’t come back just before my return date, in a letter. I felt like Carrie Bradshaw when Berger broke up with her on a post-it. I deserved better.
On the bright side there was a folder containing thank you cards from an elementary class who’s science fair I helped judge. A career high point for me. I still remember the girl who won, she’s going places.
Finally, a video of me leaving Indiana, going home from that place for the last time. It’s over. There is a lot of uncertainty right now and I hate it, but someday I think I will look back and see this as the ending/beginning I needed. For now, I’m just going to feel all the anger, hurt, and fear because it’s raw and it’s real. Hopefully someday I will be able to write about my pandemic experience, just not right now.
To my fellow jobless souls, I see you. To my fellow pregnant souls, I am with you. We will get to the other side. ❤️Let's connect