Blessing in Disguise?

3 years ago I was confronted with some of the worst ethics I've ever seen, and it was someone close to me. I'm not saying I'm an angel, nor am I ever going to say that. However, I will say that I have always endeavored to bring the best part of myself into my work, both in being enduring and being humorous.

Starting yesterday I began to see a picture unfolding of a funnel. Whether it was always a funnel of cash or just a tornado I do not know. Time will tell.

In March 2022 I was legally obligated as a single mother to find a new identity, new income, and new place in the world. For months I had planned for a life of more family time with the love I only hoped for all of my life. Divorce proceedings began in December. In fact, I was served, at work no less, on Christmas Eve. Temporary orders gave me 31 days to move out of the family home, and had I not already started another life I would have been shattered at bereft. When my father, a navy vet, died a mere 10 days later, my world became the windy precurser before the real storm. On June 1, 2022, after months of divorce court and displays of pettiness that made me wonder if my lawyer's sanity would survive, the rotton egg dropped and those still around it suffered. After one final round of advertising prepaids that took in over $1,500 (not to mention all the prepaid hours purchased in previous weeks), the owner/manager of the company abruptly closed the business. There was no 30 days courtesy or any explaination of how to get a refund. Over the last 24 hours I have received many contact requests. I saw the facebook group- swarming with complaints and recommendations to contact the DA's office- disappear.

I am not congratulating myself on a bullet dodged. I regret that I could not have saved the company from poor spending and waaaay too much speculation. However, I am thankful that the chapters of that business are an all-but-closed book. There is no love lost which was never given, and the last 3 years proved that. Now, if anyone asks, I'm only keeping as busy as I want and, Lord willing, I will never again work 12 hours on salary with at least 80% of my paycheck going toward payroll.