I, along with 3 of my 4 co-workers, got laid off on Friday afternoon.
We proceeded to the nearest bar where we drowned our sorrows in gin and tonics while we started brainstorming our next steps.
My husband had to uber to me to drive my car home, and I bought my first pack of cigarettes of 2018.
That night, I woke up at 2am, violently ill. I think it was a mixture of an adrenaline overload, shock, and too much gin that did me in.
It’s safe to say: this was not a great weekend for my spirits.
HOWEVER, I am not going to let this setback break me down. I know I kick ass at what I do, and I know I’ll find my way back because I’m a scrappy mother fucker.
I’m gonna lift up my head, keep moving, and maintain confidence and love for myself until I’m on the other side of this.
In the meantime: if you come across any Los Angeles-based (or telecommuting) copywriting, brand strategist, or content marketing jobs…I wouldn’t be mad if you sent ’em my way 😉
(Song recommendation by Samantha Lamph/Len)