Monday it is

I finally got the OK. I start work on Monday. They still havent verified my diploma but are letting that slide for now. The IT manager is getting upset because it's taking so long. It really has been a long time too. I was contacted by the recruiter about the position back in June. Something happened over there, I dont know what, but it put the project on hold for a month. I had my interview on the 28th and was hired on the 30th.

I'm printing out the 100's of pages of stuff that they sent me. I have to sign everywhere and bring it in with me Monday morning. I swear it's the size of the yellow pages. I REALLY hope it's a good hair day.

I wish it was Tuesday instead tho. My youngest son's football season started last week and the parents meeting is Monday at 6. I dont know what my hours are yet, all I know is that I have to be there at 8am Monday morning. But if I have to work until 5, it's easily an hour and a half home because of the traffic. That means that I will miss the meeting. I hate not being able to be involved.

My kids suffered last year because I was a cripple. They suffered the year before because of my surgerys. I missed almost all of their games, I swore that once I was feeling better I would never miss another one. I promised that no matter what I would be the one to take them to practices, scrimages and pep rallys.

But I didnt plan on losing my job. My boss had always told us, if you do your job and you do it well... you will always have a job here. I did my job and I was good at it. I loved my job and I thought it would always be there. I didnt count on the economy taking a nose dive. Now I have a job but it's 45 minutes away from home. 45 minutes WITHOUT traffic. I wont be the one to take him to practices. I wont be the one at parents meetings. My mother gets that honor again.

We've be in a whole lot of trouble if it werent for my mothers help over the years. She cooked for us when I couldnt stand up long enough to do it. She took my kids where ever they needed to go. She's cleaned my apartment, walked my dog & scrubbed my toilet. I owe her everything. But I'd be lying if I said that a tiny piece of me resents all the times that she was there for my boys because I couldnt be.