No post yesterday...

I did not have any new news to report regarding the termination ordeal.  I had emailed the HR supervisor Wednesday afternoon and have not heard back from her, big shock.  Although, she certainly contacted Little Miss Escort-Me-Out because at 9:30 this morning, I received an overnight fedex from her which contained but one sheet of paper: My termination letter with the correct date on it.  I never told her directly that she had dated the termination Jan. 4 instead of Feb. 4, which means the difference between firing around 90 days or firing at 115 days.  But I did email that tidbit to her supervisor.  I couldn't help but grin a tiny bit because it means she was spoken to, which no matter what will show that she has screwed up a termination.  Even if nothing comes of it for her, it still made her have to do extra work for someone who doesn't even work there.  Considering her favorite statement to me on Wednesday was "You're not employed here so there's nothing I can do for you...", it is kinda satisfying.  She must have said that at least 10 times.  I knew she was getting frustrated when she actually started rehashing the reasons I was terminated (just to make me feel bad), although she has no idea why I was terminated.  She only knows the lies my supervisor told her.  

So anyway, with everything that happened with HR on Wednesday, I felt sucked back into a bad place in that I started ruminating about every move I made at work and how I acted and how people reacted to me, etc....It's hard not to do that when you are used to being appreciated.  It leaves you doubting your self-assessment skills and wondering how you could be so far off the page that everyone else was on.  BUT, the fact is I do not need to be analyzing all of that.  The fact that I was not aware of how I was being perceived is a weakness on their part, too, because it means they were not communicating their concerns with me.  Hey, I don't really mind getting paid 4 months to learn an entire set of skills that would normally cost money by taking classes.  Thanks stupid job!

Anyway, all of this nonsense drained every ounce of energy and optimism out of me yesterday...I would say that job and its HR are really Dementors in disguise, skilled at sucking the life out of everyone, including a lowly Muggle like me.  I could feel all the progress I've made over the past two weeks being pulled out of my mouth and through the phone.  The aftermath was that Thursday I felt pretty hopeless (despite all the blessings in my life).  I didn't work on any amigurumi and didn't feel like I could be happy about anything.  It didn't help that my day started with my 6-year old getting me up from bed to take him to school (pitiful) and that when I entered my 2-year old's room, he was peacefully sitting on his bed saying "Yucky" to the pile of puke he was sitting next to.  This mom job ain't easy, but at least I got hugs and kisses as payment. 

So today is a new day!  The Dementors gave me the idea of looking into Harry Potter amigurumi that's out there (not sure I'm interested, at least not now).  Meanwhile, I have to behead a turtle (see picture) and continue working on a fish of my own design  (yay, I have been creating my own!  And not writing down what I've done!  uh oh). 

His head seems top heavy to me.  The colors are inspired by the pet turtle on Blue's Clues, which I watch a lot of these days.  : )  But again, still can't find my digital camera so this is a phone pic and the colors are way off.  It is a bright green, not so foresty as it appears here.