This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.

Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Surprise

I had a meeting this weekend. I expected it to be long. I expected people to talk down to me. I expected to have to fight for things I wanted. But none of my expectations were met. The meeting went surprisingly well.

Until we were told we would most likely lose our funding.

What does this mean?

I’m out of a job.

Surprise!