I've had a crazy year with surgery, medical health, mental health, separating from my ex, and not being healthy enough to skateboard. But oh boy this month has messed me up and I was leaning heavy into some suicidal ideation, but then there were these incredible moments of stillness and hope that kept me tethered.
Yesterday I emailed my supervisor about Covid exposure concerns since a coworkers and clients frequently go unmasked in a very close indoor proximity and one of them had recently got a covid exposure alert, and nobody discussed anything with me. At the end of the day my employer asked me into her office and very coldly lied to my face about the situation and then fired me. I haven't really ever been fired as an adult and it fucked me up. I still work part time at another gallery next store and I'm so uncomfortable to be within the proximity of such a toxic place.
I've already got a new freelance job at a much better place, so I'm trying to be grateful, but also WTF?
*Sigh