Fate is a cruel mistress

Sometimes life just walks up, licks your face and pees on your leg.

We found out that my contract is being ended early.  Instead of finishing at the end of March it is now going to finish around Christmas.  I know that 3 months doesn’t seem like much of a difference but it sure feels like it.  Job hunting at Christmas is not a good time;  I was hoping to start looking at the beginning of the  year so I had a few months to find the perfect  job… but now I only have a few weeks.

This wouldn’t be so bad if we were better prepared financially.  Andrew and I sat down to work out our budget and, in short, we can’t really afford to live here based on our current salaries.  We were ok when I was working at Impact and Andrew had his freelance gig  but we obviously hadn’t bothered to redo our budget since both of those ended.  We’ve gone through and cut out everything we reasonably can (like our Sky/satellite tv) but it leaves us with about £0.01 at the end of the month.

So what does this mean?  Well, my next job will need to pay considerably more to (1) make up the gap that we currently have and (2) pay for childcare two days a week since I’m sure my next job will be M-F 9-5.

Best case:  Life continues on as before
Middle case:  We sell up and live somewhere cheaper
Worst case:  We get foreclosed on thanks to the poor housing market

In the end, it really doesn’t matter.  I have my health and my beautiful family and we have parents and siblings that love us and would harbour us if necessary.  Quite frankly, I could never ask for more and we really are amazingly blessed.

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On an unrelated note, but still positive: