Truth.

February 28, 2020 :: 1:21 PM

somebody’s been reading my blog…

Dear South Florida,

I gave up everything to move here.

A house I built.

A job that was OK, but I could have had some real longevity at.

Friends.

Music Therapy.

My entire fucking life.

And what happened?

The stress of the move and not really fitting into the Cats’ mold got me fired. It’s a long story and does not end happily.

Then, I went to a company where being a complete asshole was rewarded and wearing a skirt an inch too short got you written up.

Then, I went to a company that is no longer financially viable.

I’ve spent the last two months wondering if there would be enough in the bank to cover payroll. I was even told to start looking by the CFO. She was pretty great and allowed me to interview.

Until Thursday.

I have this little problem: I live near Boca, but work in Fort Lauderdale. 95 is a shit show at any point of the day. For me to interview up north - where I live - meant leaving wicked early. She was cool with that until I needed to take time today in order to interview. I was taking too much time off and not getting my (totally non-existent) work done.

I was given an ultimatum that was basically stop interviewing or resign.

I resigned. I didn’t know what else to do.

It’s easily an hour to get from FTL to Boca / West Palm. That’s if traffic on 95 behaves. (It doesn’t. Doesn’t matter what time.) If I left work at 5, I wouldn’t get there until after 6. Who the fuck wants to hold a job interview at 6? They were all at 3 or 4 PM. I couldn’t get a “decent” time to save my life.

So… yeah.

My inability to assimilate down here is causing me some serious issues with employment.

Can you please help a girl out and let me find a fucking job with a company that doesn’t punish me for being me?

I’d really appreciate it.

Hugs and kisses,

Me

 

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