This week was a rough one, y’all.
I’m spent. I worked over 40 hours in the span of just three days, including a 16-hour day on Tuesday. Followed by news that my work situation is changing slightly. Hopefully only slightly. There are a couple opportunities in that regard that I’m hoping come through, but they’re not guaranteed.
Working as a contractor is always a bit precarious because of state laws that prohibit employers from using contractors as they would employees. So, nothing in the contract world lasts forever.
This situation isn’t quite that, though. My entire department at work is being outsourced. The good news is that I have the opportunity to shift over to this new company and continue doing my exact same work. I applied for that today. But…nothing is guaranteed, so it’s stressful.
There are also a couple opportunities to apply to at Netflix that would be a step up, and positions that I hope I’m actually qualified for, because I would genuinely enjoy doing them.
And, there’s also the opportunity to once again throw myself into my writing, working gig opportunities as they come up and I hustle them up.
So, yeah. While I know that everything IS going to be okay in the end, as someone who really thrives and relies on routine, my routine was thrown out the window this week, which is…stressful. I don’t really know how else to put it.
BUT…what it has made me want to do is write. And although my anxiety has been ramped up for the past couple days, I still have managed to put down some really excellent ideas for stories to write.
We’ll see what happens.
I was feeling pretty good yesterday and last night. Today…I felt more anxious again. I think it’s going to be up and down like that for a little while until I get things settled. Which I’m not looking forward to; the up and down. It’s exhausting.
Speaking of exhausting…it’s time for bed.
Night 😉