Move over, plum!

As I said before, unemployment is the new black... and you know I hate to be out of style!

That's right, I have the Backstreet Boys lyrics "Oh my God, we're back agaaain" on repeat in my head. It's all so familiar. Waking up, snuggling with Puss on the couch for a couple of hours catching up on Survivor Gabon (all of the cute guys got voted off... lame), hitting the Internet and googling my heart out with keywords like "chicago jobs" and "please find me the best job where I won't feel like I am becoming a robot and I get paid generously". Yes, I quit my job.

I'm not usually a quitter. I like to think I can stick it out and make the best of a bad situation... but, I also think that if the shoe doesn't fit - get a new pair (with sparkles and glitter and high heels)! I sat anxiously at my desk all day Tuesday ready to pop the news to my supervisor that I would not be returning - ever. Finally, at 5:05, she heard me out, wished me well and I was back to black.

Normally, this instability would send someone spiralling into anxiety and doubt - but I felt like a five ton brick had just been lifted off of my shoulders. At least there's the bar... never thought I'd say that!

Darren, Jen and I went to church last Sunday. It was our first time visiting a Chicago church - and it was wonderful. The sermon was written for me. It seems like that always happens... I am completely in denial, or a wreck, or convincing myself of something, and then WHABAM! It's all right in front of you, impossible to ignore. The sermon was about fear and money. She said that we all have fear around money (especially in this market) and that we simply cannot let it dictate our lives. I applied this lesson to my own life and realized that the stress I was enduring at my new sales job every day was not worth the money - my fear of quitting because I would hurt their feelings (because, let's be honest, it wasn't like I was afraid of losing my $6 an hour) was becoming more important than listening to my gut telling me to GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE.

The sermon was perfect. Find courage and strength... and don't forget who you are when money gets mixed in. God has a plan and all that jazz... I like to consider myself a spiritual person; but not necessarily a hard core christian - which may be why when she said " your money is not your money, but God's money" I started to lose her.

However, I am now asking God for money every night before I go to bed since apparently he has is all... Next mission: Google "how to become God so I have all the money". I'll keep you posted on how that goes...

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