Woke up this morning like any other. Got ready, let the dog out. Stopped and got coffee, and made it to the office by 8 am. Shift starts at 830. 10:20am I was called into my bosses office to be told "today is your last day". Without going into all the details. I've been waiting to be let go for a while. This job has been mentally exhausting, toxic; and cruising to be a dead end. There are a lot of issues in this company. I was running basically 4 departments and voiced my opinions about how every time I fail, it's not me failing; it's her and the owner for not getting help where I needed it.
Ironically, today, I was due to take a half day because I had a job interview somewhere else. Hopefully, I get that call back, but my point here is. I'm almost 2 years sober, next week on the 7th so long as I don't pick up. I didn't think of picking up on that ride home. I called my network, my sponsor, and then my mother. 2 years ago I wouldn't have called anyone. I would have stopped at the bar and began the rest of the weeks binge. I would have come out of it on Sunday to sit in panic over money spent, bills needed to be paid, and picked back up to stop that frantic mind state.
Instead, I went about my day handling it like I needed. I'm now sitting here with a bag of chips and a ginger ale, watching netflix; waiting to get to a meeting.
Mind Blown!
