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A day later…..

So.  After I got over being mad/angry/in shock, I got to thinking.

Unfortunately, I live in Georgia.  It’s basically a state geared towards the employer, not employee.  Basically, they can do whatever they want to do, fire you or lay you off  at will.  Besides, it wasn’t just me they laid off.  They got rid of two other nurses (one with 14 years and one with 25), a secretary, two ultrasound techs and reduced two people to part-time.

Bastards.

I do have a severance package.  Worth one months pay.  And I get my “earned” PTO, which amounts to a little over half a regular check at the end of this month.  I can choose to continue  my benefits at a whopping $689( that’s just health insurance) with Cobra. 

So my first order of business yesterday was to get on C-Dub’s insurance at his job.  Luckily, when my coverage ends( 9/30), I can pick right up with his with  no wait because we have had a “change in status.”

So, at least we will be covered.  And his insurance is better.  

Now.  How to pay the bills when November rolls around and there is no money coming in from me?  Unemployment will pay a whopping $300 a week, which will not even equal to half of what I was making.  But hey, something is better than nothing right?  And I can continue that until the end of the year.  But my maternity leave will have to be cut short.  WAAAAAY short.  I was planning on 3 months.  Now, I might have to go back to work at 6 weeks.  But I am going back to the hospital.  3 days a week with a baby is way better than 5.

One of my friends just called me a few minutes ago to tell me that they really need help on night shift at my old hospital.  NIGHT SHIFT??? I really have to wrap my mind around that one.  I never EVER EVER wanted to work night shift again.  EVER.  But if I’m desperate, I guess I’ll have no choice.

In the meantime, I am going to be a housewife.  I am going to have time to get my house in order.  My house might actually return to its former glory now that I have an endless amount of time on my hands to clean.  C-Dub will actually get a home cooked meal most nights.  Hell, he might even get some sex! 🙂  I guess I must be grateful that this happened at 7 1/2 months and not 4.    Who knows?  Maybe God heard all of my scheming and all of my plans and laughed.

I always joked that I wanted to be a housewife. 

I guess God thought it was funny too and gave me my wish.

I guess the moral of this story is:

Be careful what you wish for.

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