Coffee, Chaos and Cuss Words

On April 28, 2017, I was laid off from my job for the first time in my adult life. I was upset about it, but knew that I didn't have the kind of time to mess about. Living in Southern California, even as modestly as my hubby and I do, can be expensive. I was let go at noon on Friday and after I gave myself a few minutes to get weepy, I went home and started looking for jobs. 17 days later, I've got a new job. In a tiny, fearful area of my heart I don't want to 'jinx' this by talking about it. However, giving in to fear is NEVER going to be of use to me so I need to say it out loud. What am I afraid of? Well, I don't use drugs, but the neighbors downstairs and across the way smoke so much weed I can often smell it coming in my apartment before I shut the door. I was afraid that might show up in the drug test I took and disqualify me for the job. My hubby says that isn't likely to happen, but fear kills hope and I have been struggling with that since I...

Well, now....I've been out for a bit. There's been a load of changes going on-some good, some not so good. Grab a cuppa and let's get caught up, shall we? When last we met, (besides the post about the 'Fearless Girl' statue) I was getting ready to move on to a new job that I was so very excited about! I was making a quiet exit from a job that I didn't feel was the right fit for me. The new job made me feel valued in ways the one I was leaving had not. I felt my age and experience were considered an asset, not punchline. I started the new job and began my intensive 6 week training program with gusto! I had such good vibes from the interview, my classes were going well(I aced the tests!) and the work I'd begun with clients that I had not a clue what was to follow. For the first time EVER in my life-I got laid off... One week before the finals for my training,and just a day or two shy of 90 days with the company, I was called into the boss's office (yo...