But it's not manageable unless we invested in a second car; and, of course, if we had enough income to be able to invest in a second car, I never would've been looking for a different job in the first place.
You wouldn't happen to be interested in a 1991 Nissan Sentra with almost 160K miles on it, would you?
Also, I could have just said, Sweetie, I am so sorry. Which, besides being indignant on your behalf, is how I feel.
{{{{{JZ}}}}} I have procured a nice bottle of wine, which I will bring over tonight, and then we can weep and rail or distract ourselves with fluffy Mounties. Also, perhaps, food.
I'm so sorry JZ. It's not you, nothing you could have done in 3 months to lead to firing, as everyone else has noted. And while yeah, it'll work out eventually, I know it must feel like shit right now.
So totally not you, honey. As everyone else said.
when put through my GoogleBullshitDescrambler (TM)
And that happens more often than you might think. My dad got fired from a job because the bossman's daughter quit her job and wanted to come back to their company, and they needed the room in the budget. So.
Don't hate on yourself, JZ. You *did* do a great thing for your family, finding a good new position. It's *so* not your fault that the people there are ridiculous and unfeeling morons.
Yeah, JZ. This is not how they measure adulthood. This really isn't it. Right now take advantages of the kindnesses of the javachiks and the Perkins and the julianas and all the other -istas. Time enough for a new game plan later.