I love you people so hard. Thank you for your support & sweet, wise words yesterday. That post has been sitting in my journal for almost a year but sometimes the hardest things to publish are the best therapy for all of us.
It seems like the majority of the blogging world has the crud & I’m joining in, except I don’t have the crud. I just have a migraine that’s on Day 4 & kicking my tail.
I’ve taken Excedrine, gone to bed early, chugged water, coffee, Coke, & tea. I’ve used a heating pad & taken a hot shower & finally made an appointment with a chiropractor because at this point, I’m willing to do anything.
The cool part of being a contract worker is dolla dolla billz because the company doesn’t have to pay benefits. Contractors tend to make bank & it’s helped us with the house projects & my father-in-law’s health bills so we’re thankful for it.
The bad part of working under contract? No benefits. No health insurance, no vacation or sick leave. I begged for 5 days in August & my boss was kind enough to grant them so I could be at the beach with my family. I still feel guilty for taking them, that I didn’t earn them & I worry constantly that it will come back to bite me because that’s what happens when you’ve been kicked down by work. Yesterday, my head was pounding by 8am & Harry was telling me his chest hurt & he needed to stay home but he wasn’t running a fever & I couldn’t miss work, so I loaded us both up in the car & crossed myself that the day would be bearable.
For Christmas I’d like the contract gig I love to turn into a permament position. I’d also like Hunter rain boots & a Rachel Held Evans book.