Sadly, positive thinking wasn’t enough. I did the best I could up against two internal much younger male candidates.
I actually thought when I came out of the room I might have got it. Apparently, it was a close run thing.
Possibly. But I’m a 52 year old woman. I guess the odds were stacked against me no matter how well I performed.
Now I have one month to find a job or the boys and I are in deep trouble. I’d like to think my husband would help out but he blatantly doesn’t give a shit. I’ve only just had a £200 contribution to my son’s £800 airfare that I paid back in November. Since then I’ve had his car insurance and breakdown cover and he’s not contributed to those at all.
I feel sorry for my boys. I’m trying my very best and it’s just not good enough.
I wonder if my husband ever, even for one moment, thought about the ramifications of quitting his executive job without having a job to go to or making any financial plans. Or the consequences of sitting on his arse for months waiting for someone to gift him a job.
No. He didn’t. One day a spontaneous apology would be welcome but I won’t hold my breath.