I am going through a change.....

No, not menopause. After seven years of faithful service to the company I worked for, I got laid off. It's not that I was so attached to the job or the money that allowed me to have such luxuries as a roof over my head and running water, it was the people. Some of them were like family to me. But I guess everything happens for a reason. If I had never moved up here from Waco, I never would have met Charles and I wouldn't have Eli. That is a scary thought. Now I just have to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I would really like to be a party planner. How fun would that be? Spending other people's money and getting to throw parties? I had a blast planning my wedding and this time I wouldn't have to pay for anything, they would pay me. I just have to find a way to get my foot in the door.
With my severence package I received, I was able to book us a trip to Orlando at the end of May so that we can see Charles' sisters, nephews and mom. We will also be going to Disney World. I found out that the week we are going to be there, it will be "alternative lifestyles" week or "Gay Dayz". How cool is that? My friend Brent says that straight people usually don't make it past lunchtime but I say "bring it on"! I will wave my straight flag proudly. I believe that we can all live in harmony and all of that crap. I am not sure about my sister in law and her kids though. Do Mormon's have a problem with gay people? It should be an interesting trip.
So today I went to my first job fair in about 10 years. The line was around the building. They hearded us through like sheep and when I finally got into the room where the employers were the first booth I came to was for "Wendys". Now, no offense to the burger flippers out there but I really don't want to have to work in any of the food service industries. I don't think they make a soap or perfume that can cover up the smell of burgers and fries. Yuck!
I hate having to start over. It's like breaking up with someone or getting a divorce. You think that you never would have to be "out there" again. Of course, this would be the perfect opportunity to reinvent myself. Maybe go blond or start speaking with a british accent. That might get me a job. Is it wrong that I had doubts at the job fair today that the guy in the wheelchair was really crippled? He sure wasn't able to handle the chair very well. You would think that if he had been crippled for very long, he would be a whiz at driving that thing. Maybe I can claim I have a fake leg like that Heather chick on "Dancing with the Stars". She didn't win but she made it pretty far. Do you think if I claim I have a false leg that they would make me take it off during the interview? No, I probably can't pull that off (pardon the pun). I could say that I have a metal plate in my head or maybe Touretts Syndrome. I could start yelling cuss words and calling them jerks and they would have to give me the job anyway because I would be "handicapped".
I had better think this through some more. Either that or I need a whole lot of therapy.
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