So much has happened over the past few months. In August, I lost my job working as a contractor for the Army National Guard, thanks to some shady behavior by a bitter coworker. No more riding to work with my husband, no more cushy job that I was grossly overpaid for, and no more paycheck. I’m not ashamed to say that I completely panicked. My husband and I had just put down quite a bit of money to get a home built, and this was a serious blow. It took nearly a month for me to find a new job, and when I did, I had to settle for almost half of what I had been making. But at least I had a job.
The nice thing about my new job was that it was only a couple of miles from our apartment, plus the hours allowed me the perfect amount of time to drop our boy off at school. The downside was that I was stuck driving my mom-in-law’s Suzuki, which was on its last leg. The thing hates the cold, won’t run if it’s a drop under half a tank of gas, and rattles if you go over 40 mph. But it ran. So I worked, collected my meager check, tried to get used to not having PTO or paid holidays, and drove my husband crazy. We emptied out our savings, went crazy selling things at yard sales, and somehow were able to pay our overpriced rent, plus finish saving up for our down payment on our home, which was getting built quicker than we imagined.
On October 27th, we closed on our new home, and it was a fantastic feeling. Moving only a couple of miles down the road should have made it easy, but even with five days to complete the move and get out of our apartment, we cut it close. It might have been easier if we had been open with what we were doing, but we decided to keep things under wraps until the house was officially ours. The weekend after we were settled in, we had a wedding to attend, and the weekend after, a baby shower. I was exhausted, but happy to be in our new home and able to spend time with people I don’t nearly see often enough.
Things were going well, but trying to get used to a smaller paycheck wasn’t easy. Things got worse when it began getting cold outside and the Suzuki decided that it was fun to take ten minutes to start whenever it was 30 degrees or below. It was time to get a new car. That I couldn’t afford. We found someone who could work with me and would accept the Suzuki as a trade-in, but I still had to come up with cash to put down, plus deal with a higher monthly payment than I was happy with. But it was either this or nothing. Without picture perfect credit, I wouldn’t get a monthly payment I could live with. So I signed the papers and got a “new” car. The next day, the Suzuki caught fire, so I felt slightly better about my decision to upgrade.
As a contingent worker for my company, I am not afforded the same benefits and perks as our full time employees. The fact that this place is fantastic definitely helps, but the pay just won’t work for the long term. Goes without saying, I did a virtual backflip when my boss asked me if I was interested in going full time. I did a few more after she told me that my interview went well and they wanted to make me an offer. I about passed out when she told me the salary offer. As of January 5th, I will be a full time employee with benefits and a beautiful paycheck, and I could not be happier.
My husband always says things have a way of working out. They always work out for us, and he reminds me of that fact quite a bit. I lost my job. My car caught fire. But I got into a new car loan that works to build my credit; the company specializes in doing just that. I got a new job that I absolutely love and that is close to home. My husband and I finally got a house that we adore. And, thankfully, I got an offer for full time employment that solves my financial issues. It doesn’t come in time to have a normal Christmas, but we’re working around it and hitting the casino instead (our boy is with his grandparents, thanks to a court order, so he will miss our first Christmas in the house). Things have been hectic as all hell, but I’m so grateful that they are coming together beautifully. I have everything I need to have the best Christmas ever. My husband, my pup dog, my boy returning home soon, a beautiful house, a car that isn’t on fire, and a kick ass job that will come with amazing pay in 2015. I’m a lucky lady.