Last week was very cruddy. The only grandfather I've ever known back in the hospital again for the second time in a month: this time, seemingly worse. My director has placed me in the back of the bus for all intents and purposes with my troupe. A little detail I've been trying to get ironed for the last two weeks at work just won't iron out. And my boss doesn't really want to renew my contract when it ends if she doesn't have to. I'm trying to bear in mind that that's the life of a freelancer, but as I'm new to the business, it hurts. Plus I can't help but think it's some reflection on my performance. Add all that on top of us trying to purchase this house, which is stressful in and of itself, but emotionally crushing to realize we'll pretty much be owned by our house, not the other way around for a few years. The east coast realty market is so stiff it's like the friggin' cliffs of insanity!
The good news is we had some friends come into town for a visit this weekend, whom we hadn't seen in months. It was great to just hang out with them and their toddler. Of course, when they left, I got sad again.
I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow. Blech. Hopefully, things will turn around soon - be it my understanding or my situation or whatever. God, give me some patience and clarity!