Done With Waiting

If I could figure out how to live on six hundred dollars a month, then I would stay home and write all day. You betcha. But I am spoiled. I like feeling good and I like eating. I absolutely love having a roof over my head, and I have a true passion for the small things in life like eating out or books. Ah, yes, always books. So much is taken out of G’s check, that he doesn’t bring in much more than I.

So I waited here by the phone all morning. The main office phoned several times, and the second call offered me another lot with Lenora as my boss again. The third call was to tell me that everyone was in a meeting, oh I have heard that one numerous times, and that he was going to call Lenora and tell her now. The old, force the hand move.

I emailed her. Chicken shit me. I’m so afraid of her anger and hang-ups that I couldn’t call her:

“The mother/daughter job situation is just not working out for me. I’m very sorry about this news, but I resigned last Sunday. PCH is still dithering, and so I let them know I would contact you. I will be removing my belongings this evening, and I will leave my keys in the top mail box mixed in with the other keys.

If we are ever to maintain any sort of mother daughter relationship in the future, I cannot be your employee.

My apologies and love…….

Yer Mom”

A pretty putrid resignation, if you ask me. But there it is. Naked. Out there. Meaning I am out here in my sixties and looking for a job that a head injury person can do.

Obviously, I am taking life too seriously right now.

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gel
January 20, 2004

For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing by e-mailing her. At least you got the chance to say what you felt without her hanging up on you or screaming at you. I wish you luck in your job search. xoxo

gel
January 20, 2004

RYGellieN: Good for you! Stress has to be the worst cause of overeating-bravo for you for beating it.

Yes, a perfect use of e-mail. Good on you and I hope you find something very quickly. In the mean time – try to enjoy. 🙂

I think trying to salvage a relationship with your daughter is the much better choice. I’m sorry it means giving up your job. I’m more than sorry that a compromise from other quarters wasn’t in the offering before now… “two sides to every situation and all that…” Thinking very positive and praying for you… Tehachap

January 20, 2004

No, not pitiful at all; just honest. It’s for the best, I think. OF course, that’s easy for me to say, as I’m not out of a job. I wish I lived closer and had room in my puny little home-based business to hire someone; you’d be at the top of my list as a potential hiree…and trust me, a head injury survivor could do most of what I have to do. 🙂

what gel said. thinking of you here…

January 20, 2004

I think such non-confrontational communications have a very valid place – your situation is a perfect example. Here’s hoping you find a much better job very soon. In the meantime, want to come over for dinner? Crabmeat ravioli tonight.

January 20, 2004

You were very smart to recognize that the job was damaging the relationship and doing what you had to do to rectify it. Wishing you a better job, less stress and more money!

January 20, 2004

Dang, Georgette, I know this is painful for you. I think you handled it just right. Hugs,