so I lost my job today.

my 'boss', though I've never really had a clear idea of who was exactly in charge of me, phoned this afternoon to let me know that there were some changes going on at the office, and they were going on 'hiatus' and so if I could let the receptionist know how many hours I'd worked, they'd get me my cheque asap.  then she remembers I'm friends with the receptionist, which means I'll know really quickly how bogus the 'hiatus' story sounds.  boy did she sound flustered.

Oh well, it's not like I really enjoyed the job.  I did enjoy the money though.  dam it.  now I have to find another job.  crap.  I first started getting anxiety attacks years ago; why?  job hunting.  the mere thought of taking a fast food job gets me hyperventilating and blinking back tears.  lovely.  fortunately, five years of parenting has done a lot to take the edge off of job hunting.  now only really scary jobs (ie, fast food joints, gas stations, etc) make me want to vomit.  here's hoping I get something better, or can talk myself into taking a shit job.