It was a Monday night, exactly one week after being fired that I got down to business. I knew for my own sake that I needed to begin the job search before I could relax and enjoy my kids for the summer. Because that was the consensus from just about everyone, relax and enjoy your “time off. ” Sounds good right, “time off?” Who doesn’t love time off? My brain however, had a hard time making the jump from being “fired” to enjoying my “time off.” It just wouldn’t compute. Was “time off” the new “fired” and because I have never ever in my life been fired I’m just out of the loop? I knew better and honestly I couldn’t…
