So two weeks ago tomorrow. I worked my last night at a job that I not only loved, but that kept me, my boyfriend and our cat, somewhere between paycheck to paycheck and comfortable. I admit I avoided blogging about the emotional toll it took not only on me and my little family, but everyone who was a part of the best job I ever had. Those emotions have found their way into a journal somewhere around the apartment.
Today though, I have made a little headway in this existence we call unemployment. Things are looking up. I feel like Scrooge McDuck over here. I'm even thinking of rocking some spats.