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Sorry.
This is not the end.
This is an attempt to begin again. Slowly.
Life happened. Choices were made. Some of those choices had consequences we never thought we'd see. Some were good. Some... lol. Yeah. That does happen doesn't it?
Then time happened. Wounds are healing. We're learning. Growth is occurring. (OMG, the autistic one is taller than me now! Stop the growth!)
Without all the waffle? Once upon a time, in a town I live in, there was a very toxic person at Shakespeare's workplace. It was so toxic it was seeping it's poison into our own home. On top of some major executive functional issues with this blog (I cannot choose!) Then some criminal-type events happened, bingo bango, An opportunity presented itself.
This opportunity was wrapped nicely. It was proposed as a temporary part-time position with this toxic work person. Maybe, just maybe, I could make things better. I could be a shield and buffer between the toxic person and the rest of the work place until someone else could fill that position who didn't have such very sticky fingers.
But it turned out that I couldn't 'fix' this person and I never ever should have thought I could. The toxic cloud was threatening to send both of us on a path filled with regret. But I was too good at the position after only 4 months there in their opinion.
Neither the toxic person nor my supervisor wanted to find anyone else to do what I did. Customers called both praising my efficiency and attitude. Revenue increased. I hated it. So I told my supervisor I was quitting.
I'd hold out until they found someone to replace me, but that was it. I needed my safe little haven. The comforts and joys of being a stay at home mom blogging about her sims looked positively delightful. The supervisor offered a raise if I'd stay. I declined.
Several weeks passed and I noted my job was still not being opened up for applicants. Then one day, Shakespeare went in early. He called very shortly after arriving and told me to get in to work quickly. Something was happening.
They fired my boss. As soon as she left the premises my supervisor offered me my bosses job. I declined.
They told me, 'lulz. You don't seem to understand. You're the manager now. Byeeee.'
It was bad. Why use any other word? The thesaurus is filled with them. Go look them up, they all apply. There was no one to train me. My part time was now full time. I had little to no experience with almost everything and no one around who could help. But I've learned. I've adapted.
Adaptation takes time. It took a year for me to stop saying 'when things slow down again.' It took someone telling me 'this is now normal. There is no going back. Get used to it.' So we went forward and we're relearning survival. We're relearning what it means to be busy.
A local special needs support group began a small basketball get together for the kids. So Nathan now participates in basketball. We're so proud! He loves it.
Emma Lou is our ballerina extraordinaire. lol. In our heads. She works hard and we love her effort and passion for it. She positively sucks. We're so proud! She loves it.
And I did finally convince them to hire someone to help me out (after being completely on my own for 4 months.) Though right after I received my helper, they laid off Shakespeare's boss and handed those extra responsibilities over to him. He is now editor of 3 papers and sportswriter at ours. We don't see him as often as we'd like, but we're proud of him and how hard he works. He loves that we work in the same office. TBH? So do I.
Right now, we've managed to adapt so far that I've been able to begin simming again. Yay! Mariah and Roger are still there. The kids are, too. I still have a little executive dysfunction to get over (Which one brain?!?) Okay. Maybe a lot. But I'm trying. I do read; I lurk a lot. Hopefully, partipation is coming.
Thank you all so much for your patience.
<3 Sunny
