Time Machine

I would like a time machine, so I can travel to January of 2014, and just skip the rest of this year.  I have had it.

2013 seems to be the year that if something could go wrong, it will go wrong.

This morning, I lost my job.  Ten years, one month and fifteen days gone. Poof.

A bad decision, one.

Right before Christmas, we had a blizzard.  Travel was not recommended anywhere in our city.  My husband was in a car riding to another store’s inventory, a two-hour trip took them five hours.  I was a nervous wreck all day.

We opened late.  School was cancelled.  Mea’s babysitter lives on the cusp of a hill which is also a dead-end on either end.  Not a through street.  There are many streets like this on our side of town.  Two side streets will butt up against another, and it is trapped, the last to get plowed, the last to get attention on snow days like this.

I attempted to get Mea there.


I attempted to take her to my parent’s house.  Again unsuccessfully.

So, I took her to the office with me.

I had three employees out of eight make it to work.

One of the others also could not get her kid to the sitter, since she uses the same one, I was not surprised.

My assistant gave me notice a month ago.  He and his girlfriend are moving to another state.  He attempted to transfer, but everywhere he interviewed he was shot down.  It’s not as simple as saying “I want to transfer.” and just moving.  You have to be wanted.  He interviews poorly.

He thought I was giving him bad recommendations.  He went to HR last week with a laundry list of things that I had supposedly done.  The only one with any merit, was this blizzard day that I took Mea with me to work.

I should have called in, and just said I couldn’t be there.

I would still have my job, if I had been less dedicated to my work.

I think my ex-assistant thought that I would get in trouble, that it would be payback for me not helping him get a job, but what he set in motion is a complete nightmare for me.

Maybe this will give me some more time with my Mom.

Maybe this will give me time to find something that I would enjoy for work more.

Maybe this will bankrupt us.

I just don’t know.  I am in a daze.

I hope that I can find something quick.



6 Comments on “Time Machine”

  1. polwygle says:

    Unbelievable. Even though it’s spelled out in my company’s policy to not bring [sick, feverish] children into the office, it happens all the time and nothing is done about it. I’m so sorry to hear that you’re facing another trial at this time. I know I’m far away, but should our paths cross, dinner’s on me.

  2. Brad says:

    What. The. Ever-living. Fuck? You can get fired for this kind of thing?!

  3. KimN says:

    That is crazy kelly! I’m so sorry. I hope this ends up leading to much better things.

  4. Holly says:

    I’m so sorry to hear that. I feel so awful for you. It seems like a really stupid reason to fire a 10 yr employee. Screw them.

  5. Jen says:

    Are you freaking kidding me? I am so sorry Kelly. This is just a nightmare. I hope you can find something quickly and this doesn’t add more to your already overflowing plate of worries too much more. Let me know if I can help you.

  6. libbylogic says:

    I AM A TOWER OF RAGE!!! That is complete and utter bullshit. I just hope he realizes karma is a bitch.

    Let me know if I can help. And I would tell people in every interview the reason you got fired. Don’t hide it, be proud of it. They fired you for WANTING TO DO YOUR JOB. People will remember that blizzard and how many people actually made it in that day. They will see your worth as an employee.

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