This part may be a bit long and boring so I apologize in advance
For those of you that read my PTR/TR from last July, you'll remember that I got laid off from my job last March. I worked for a call center for a health insurance company for six years. Was it a fantastic job? Heck no. But it paid well, I had amazing benefits, and I loved the people I worked with. Unfortunately, the company was sold and the employees weren't part of the deal.
I was given 26 weeks of unemployment (which about 6.5 months) and 6 months of company paid benefits. I had tried searching for a new job right away and couldn't find anything, and my unemployment pay was actually going to work out to be the same as what I was making while working, so we agreed that I could be a Stay At Home Pet Mom for a while.
If you are ever faced with this option....DO NOT DO THIS. YOU WILL NEVER WANT TO GO BACK TO WORK AGAIN. At least, not if you're like me.
My house was always clean, my dog was well behaved, the bills were paid on time, and I had ZERO stress.
And staying home with this all day:
What's not to love?
But I knew my free money would stop coming at the end of August so I had no choice but to actively job hunt. I was tired of Customer Service and decided to start looking for animal related jobs...namely, doggy daycare. The first place I interviewed at was more like Doggy DayPrison than anything else. No toys, no doggie swimming pools, no playing outside... it was horrific. Then I find out that my parents take their dogs there for kenneling.


Oh, and they pay minimum wage.
I definitely couldn't afford to open my own place, so I default to customer service and immediately get an interview. The place is about 30 minutes from my house. I get benefits, good pay. OK. Job accepted. We go to WDW for a week at the beginning of July 2012. I start the new job the day after we get back. Big mistake. I was exhausted, I was withdrawing bad. I got sick my second week and had to call out for 2 days. It was around that time that I started to realize that the commute was 30 minutes in the middle of the day, with no traffic. At 7:30am, it was a nightmare. It takes me 45 minutes to get there. At 4:30 in the afternoon, it's the Devil's Commute. It takes me an hour to get home. Oh, and I really,
really,
REALLY, hate this job. As in I've considered, on several occasions, reverting to Irresponsible Teenager Mode and just leaving one night and not coming back. I spent a long time looking for a job that was going to pay me what I was making at my old job, but now I spend so much money in gas because of the commute that it would be more worth it to find a job here in my own town and take a pay cut.
So as far as stress and anxiety goes, this job is absolutely the cause of it all. I've been looking for something else, but when Customer Service is the only paid experience you have, it's the only jobs available it would seem. And all of the other stresses in my life are a direct result of me being at this job.
For example, since I've gone back to work, the dog has started having issues with dominance aggression. Not towards me, but a little towards Lumar and a LOT towards other dogs. She's lost the pack mentality that was keeping her balanced because she's home alone for 9 hours a day. She thinks she owns the apartment complex and with the exception of two dogs, every other dog is far beneath her, in her opinion. Which means I've had to pay for a behaviorist to come out and help us get her back under control. It's a slow process, and the neighborhood is terrified of her - another source of anxiety for me. But it's starting to get better.
Another thing, is that we had to buy a second car. Which means a car payment, plus gas, insurance, taxes, registration, and wear and tear. In the last year, we've spent $2000 just on car repairs alone and Lumar's car is still in desperate need of more work.
Oh, and his job screwed up his tax forms so he did not get an income tax check this year, which is how he planned to pay for Disney.
Then there was the day that I submitted my request for time off for this vacation, and my boss' boss denied it. Why? Because I called out so much that I didn't have enough time available, AND, we're going for two weeks and I'm one of only THREE customer service reps.
She told me that if my time off is not approved and I go anyway, I'll lose my job. My anxiety went through the roof but I maintained my composure, held my ground, and told them basically "oh well, I'm going anyway."
We've been considering moving in April when our lease is up anyway, so Lumar told me that it's basically win-win for me. If they fire me for going, then I can collect unemployment for a few months at the end of the year and apply for jobs in whatever area we opt to move to. If they don't fire me, then I still have a job and I can STILL look for new jobs come January or February anyway.
A week later she told me that she re-reviewed my time off accrual and I had almost exactly enough time available so she was going to approve it after all. I gave her my new request two weeks ago....she STILL has not approved it and given it back to me.
So there's that. I've never felt "trapped" by a job before and it's a horrible feeling. Lumar can turn it off and go to a job that he doesn't love and just be happy to come home with a paycheck. But I have constant headaches, constant stomach aches, and I'm just tired...ALL the time! And I know it's stress.
But at least I only have 98 more days until WDW!! 

