I get to keep my job. These past few months have been trying. I remember saying to myself at one point that my life has been going so well lately that something bad is surely to happen soon. And did it? One thing after the next after the next. The only constantly good thing is JB.

Two days after my divorce was finalized, they told us at work that our department was being “re-organized”. That’s not so bad. In 12 years at my company I’ve been through as many re-orgs. But this one would be different. Instead of just shuffling the boxes around the org chart, they effectively eliminated positions and created new ones and therefore each of us would have to re-apply for our jobs.

And they told us this almost 2 months before they actually posted the jobs. And then it took another month to get through 40+ interviews before finally deciding and making offers, which happened this past Friday.

I get to keep my job. But I’m spent. In all this I developed a TMJ problem and also need my wisdom teeth out which can’t be done until the TMJ is under control. So add some not-excruciating-but-constant-and-annoying pain to the equation.

All the while my new beautiful home has been surrounded at night by homeless people, thieves, drug addicts and prostitutes. What a difference 9 blocks makes. So I’m in the process of securing my perimeter. Maybe I’ll get a dog. But I can barely take care of myself right now.

I need a vacation from my life. That’s enough whining for today. Off to Home Depot.