Why I'm Here

I resigned from my job today (as opposed to waiting to be fired for questionable reasons). I hated that job for 2 1/2 years. I hated everything about it, but it was a good paycheck. TPTB (The Powers That Be) found my blog after I emailed select co-workers pictures of my child from my blog. Certain co-workers assumed that all of the posts from the last two years of my blog had been written at work. Anyone who blogs knows you can write at any time and even post from your cell phone (which I have done and still do). Anyone with half a brain also understands that the time of a post does not mean that's when the post was written. In fact, my previous blog was full of posts I had saved as drafts but never posted - either because I wasn't pleased with the quality, or it ended up being too personal, or because I never got around to finishing the ramblings I had started.

TPTB came into a meeting with me (that had been set for a week but that they refused to tell me what it was about) and had printed out my ENTIRE blog and apparently read most of it as well. These were intimate posts written about my diagnosis of PCOS, infertility, marital problems resulting from it, our decision to become foster-to-adopt parents, and posts about every child that came and went from our home. It detailed steps in my child's development (that child is now almost 17 months old), and frustrations of having her 15 months before her adoption from foster care was final. And there were posts in which I ranted about co-workers I did not care for, and my evil interpersonally inept boss. It was all laid before me. (In retrospect, I was rather proud to see it all printed out and the massive volume I had produced in a little over two years. In a way, I felt I had almost written my book.)

That happened today at 3:30. I already had my resignation letter printed out in triplicate. For some reason, I knew today would be the day I quit. Their mission to uncover everything they could use as ammunition sealed the deal, and I gave them the letter and resigned and offered 30 days. They chose not to take the 30 days.

As soon I as got home, I tried to log on to my campus email, but my account access had already been removed. I was treated as if I were a criminal (more on details of that later).

I am now unemployed. I have an MA, a child, a mortgage, college debt - and no job.

Yet, for some reason I am OK.

My husband was amazing.

He picked me up from work as I was too emotional to drive, and he said it was all fine. He didn't even look worried. We had already talked about it, and he knew I might resign anyway. He just didn't know that the evil people I worked with were so truly evil. I never had a bad review, and I always completed my work. Yet, I blogged on "the university computer". Bad, bad woman.

Actually, I blogged a lot at lunch and on breaks, at home, and on weekends. I wrote a lot on my own and simply hit "publish" at random times when I was at work. I couldn't have possibly done my job as efficiently as I did and write the volumes I had written.

Hopefully, I can transfer the previous posts from that blog over here so I still have everything in one place. Anyone know how to do that?? Julie - didn't you do that once?

So, it will be a while before I use names again, and once I get everyone over here and all my cool stuff I like, I'll just delete the old blog.

As an aside, I kinda think it's cool that if my boss read every post, that she got to read a post about how much I hate her. That is poetic justice. I always wanted to tell her I hated her. I think now she knows. She is a vile, evil woman.

Friends, I need your prayers to find work. It doesn't have to be my dream job, but I need to contribute to the family. I will work hard to make that happen. I just hope God has a plan for this next phase in life because I just really took a leap of faith.

I love you all. Thanks for coming along for this next phase of my journey.