It’s all I can do not to fall into cliches, but perhaps I might as well. Because if it ain’t one thing, it is assuredly another.
The mouth/jaw thing is not unbearable, but it has not, thus far improved. Doesn’t hurt at all to chew, or talk, just mostly to close and clamp my teeth together. Which you don’t think about doing until you realize that when you do it, your jaws feel all numb and sore at the same time and the teeth don’t like it. So need desperately to do it and it feels all kinds of nope.
So another night of careful care. Maybe dig out that night guard I got a jillion years ago and never used because it’s awful.
While all of that has been on my mind and has punctured a bit of a delightful day, I continue to think as positively as the hormones and hypochondriacal panic will allow.
It was not delightful in that we had cakes and pedicures and went shopping today, it was delightful in that I had an honest conversation with the boss and I know what her intentions are. And mostly, she doesn’t know what she intends, but as a part of that, she doesn’t anticipate full-time being a viable possibility in October.
It was sort of not what I expected and exactly what I expected at the same time. I had kind of been dreading it because I wasn’t sure what clarity I would get or if I’d feel coerced on some level into offering up something I didn’t want to offer in terms of my own plans and goals And I didn’t have to do that because it was clear. I can’t anticipate actually getting back to where I was financially, hours-wise in my position any time soon. We all wish it were otherwise, but it’s not and nobody pretended it was. I told her it was okay, but I just needed to know and I hadn’t made any plans or decisions, but I had been talking with retail boss and in general and I just had to see how my time needed to go because right now, it’s just not working. I actually said that the status quo wasn’t enough. And she, really, patently, truly said, and I want so much more for you. Then we talked about social media writing and freelance writing and that she hears about those work-from-home opportunities to write and she thinks of me. I talked about perhaps other things are best for the organization, a part-time bookkeeper. That, I hadn’t been looking, but the experiences I’d been having lately – borrowing money from my parents (as I do intend to pay the money I was given back) – had made me think. I was firm and clear and said I just wanted to keep the conversation open. She agreed.
I sort of thought as I was walking home, carefully not grinding my teeth and managing a whole rainbow of mood swings, that maybe she didn’t mean it. Maybe she was grinding her teeth and hating my guts for thinking about walking away. But that’s her business and nothing she said actually indicated that and I am way too tired and achey for subtext. Right now it feels freer and more productive just to openly contemplate moving on.
If only the rest of my body would hear this good news.
But I’ve cleaned the kitchen and wrote this post and am now not going to belong to anything for a good eight to twelve hours.