First stop = liqour store. I tell the guy behind the counter that my allergies are terrible so he won't think my red eyes are from crying. I'm not good with emotional displays or even the appearance of an emotional outburst - anger might be the only exception.
Lori and I arrive at my house at the same time and I pour wine while she pours over the severance package. It makes you feel special to realize you have been offered one month of salary for being "displaced", which they vehemently and repeatedly stressed is not a performance-based decision, while people fired for poor performance or other cause get six just to keep them quiet (and avoid lawsuits). This is when the real shock sets in. I have a mortgage to pay, Lori has rent and neither of us has a huge savings account.
Here's the upside - I had been working on figuring out how to get my boyfriend and I in the same state for a couple of months (he's in Florida.) This just sped up the process and, unfortunately for him, put a bit more of a potential financial burden on him.
Here's the interesting part - my boyfriend is Lori's brother. So what better idea than to start planning a Three's Company-esque lifestyle in beautiful Tampa Bay?
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