Lady Lucia was home for a week before she had to go away without me AGAIN. This time just for two days instead of eight, but still...
She's away attending a clergy gathering, to which I was also invited, but couldn't go because I don't get any paid time off from my "technically" part time job. Since we'll be attending a conference together at the end of this month (three unpaid days off for me) I simply couldn't afford it. Not to mention that, since I, officially, have no "allowed" days off, I might risk losing this sucky job if I took too much time off.
Lady Lucia wishes I could go with her, too. There will actually be two more gatherings this Summer, which she will attend without me, for the same stupid reason. We're both really impatient with it but I even more so than she, because I'm the one stuck home alone all the time.
When discussing this situation, Lady Lucia will sometimes say, "Next year..." (Meaning, next year I'll have a job like hers, with good pay, benefits and paid sick, personal and vacation days. And a pension, too). I think about the thing Jewish folk (and many of their non-Jewish friends) say at Passover seders. "Next year in Jerusalem!" Jerusalem, the true home, the place of freedom, peace and joy. Everyone needs a Jerusalem (probably even the people who live there).
I hope and pray that there will be a "next year" of that sort for me. A year that will find me in a better "place," professionally, financially; geographically ('though for me the only truly good place, geographically, is Manhattan, which might prove even more elusive than Jerusalem now that I'm with Lady Lucia in Brooklyn).
It's hard to keep on keeping on with the job search. To keep counting my blessings (wonderful as those blessings - my health and strength, Lady Lucia; Alice and Trixe - are).
This really isn't a long time apart compared to the last. She'll be here by the time I get home from work tomorrow. But it's one time too many, with more to come and I am running out of patience. My virtual ship needs to come in already. Like, yesterday!
I know I need to remember that I'm not the only person who feels this way. Times are tough all over and there are millions of unemployed and/or underemployed folk, who can't afford to live where they want to live or do what they want to do. Mine is a run-of-the-mill sort of struggle and suffering, which could definitely be much worse. But if anyone knows an un (or under) employed Fairy Godmother, there's a certain middle-aged Cinderella who could use a bit of help from her 'round now...
Blessings and well-wishes,