So I got fired today. For blowing a deadline while Middle Child was in the hospital, and yes, my client knew WHY I blew the deadline, but that didn't help them have what they needed at the end of the day and I get that.
I am so relieved.
Yes, I should be panic-stricken, but handling the amount of work I was plus everything else was stressing me out and I had already told Hotter that I didn't care if I'd been working with these perfectly nice people for eight years, the job was making me hate writing, and life, and humanity in general, and I was not going to renew my contract when this quarter was up. It's nobody's fault really, the job just wasn't a good fit for me anymore. And yes, it seems fishy that my client would can me for one blown deadline and who knows, maybe Stalky had something to do with this and maybe it was colossally unfair of my client to make this decision because my kid was sick, but y'know, I'm so damn relieved I don't even care.
I was sick of the work, and the toll it was taking on my mental health and in turn my physical health wasn't worth it, and I have been feeling really trapped and unhappy and now I am FREE. Yes, I need to find something else, which I will start trying to do tomorrow, but it was time for a change. I want a job a monkey could do. A job that doesn't require me to use an overly-taxing amount of brain-power. Something I can do OUTside of my home and leave in the building at the end of the day.