After just shy of 5 months of unemployment, I have found employment.
YAY.
And not a moment too soon. I was about to lose my house next week, and really be “up a creek”! Lo, there is no paddle anywhere near me.
I was scarcely saved last month and then only because The Ex found out that his license was suspended due to non-payment of child support. He had to make a payment the size of my rent, and I was saved at the end of the month. He vowed to stay regular from here on out, and continue catching up on the remaining balance they let him keep. Since I’ve yet to receive a single dime of that, it’s safe to say there’s no hope of that, and with my other bills (basic living expenses only), I still don’t have a dime for rent.
I was about to lose my house, y’all. The best place I’ve ever lived in. And I was about to be homeless.
I have some friends who relocated to D.C. 2 years ago, and another set that did the same a year ago. Both are doing extremely well, making 6 figures each. Apparently there are all sorts of jobs available out there. Not to mention all sorts of culture! Anyone who knows me that’s worth quite a lot, especially when the alternative is this podunk place that is adamant in its resistance to classing up the joint.
So I happened to blow off one set of friends to go to a 4th of July cookout with another friend. There I heard of a job I would have never heard of otherwise. This past Thursday I got a call from the employment agency they hire through, went through prescreening tests on Friday, interviewed Monday and was called with a job offer an hour later.
WHEW.
I start tonight.
