Tempus Fugit

The deed is done. I am on a month's notice. I thought I would feel a sense of relief, but all I feel is a sense of loss and perhaps a slight urgency because if I don't get myself re-employed soon within that time I would be in trouble. I wish my parents would be at least be a bit supportive of my decision but all my mom did as usual was raising panic over the obvious.

Friends offer their empathy, not that I don't appreciate it, but I think I need solutions more now than kind words. Gym classes would be a great backup in this time of need, just pray that I don't get sick or injured. No classes mean no salary.