My parents will be happy to know I got a job: I was so happy I had a grief burst! And this job is perfect for me, part-time, exactly the schedule I asked the universe for: only weekday afternoons, so I can still stay up late and sleep in, and have evenings and weekends free. So naturally, right after I hung up the call, I burst into tears. I don't think my brain knows the difference between good news and bad news anymore.
This was not a crying 'because I wish she could to see this' or crying 'because I'm so happy' or crying 'because this job reminds me of my wife's eyes.' This was just plain old griefy 'I miss her' crying, nothing more. I think were a few mutterings of 'I hate my life' mixed into the 'I miss you's.' Makes perfect sense!
I'm afraid I'm going to be out on the street one of these days, and someone will drop a hat, and I'll cry at it.
If I was a praying man, Id say mine were answered: I start on Monday and will be able to resume making student loan payments! In all seriousness, I'm ecstatic, I'm expecting to stay with this company until I get published. And we've all heard how quick and easy it is to publish a novel. Wonder how big a grief burst I'll have when that finally happens!
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