June 30, 2016
Ah yes, I have lost my mind. Something twisted in me, the day I was being told my father was dying. It was March 29, 2016, I was 2500 miles away from Utah, working in Florida, when I received the call. A conference call, with my step mother, sister, doctors and a lawyer. I was in the women's locker room at the time. My male boss, burst into the women's locker room and proceeded to yell, loudly, about how he wanted to start his cases early, and I had no right to be on the phone. He said some other choice things, I held up my finger, really, not my middle one. I just needed him to be quiet.
I needed to fly to Utah, to be there in the ICU where he was on life support. I was told by my boss we were to busy to let me go. Finally, late in the evening, I was finally told I could leave and go to Utah. Frantic calls for a flight, and a rushed two hour drive to Orlando, I barely caught the last flight to Utah.
Due to kind friends picking me up in the middle of the night, (thanks John), I made it to the hospital where family had maintained my father on life support. I was able to listen to my father's heartbeat, and be with him as I had the life support removed.
This sustained me through my Father's passing, the flights, the funeral, the family.
But, I was simply, pissed. I'm turning 57, what am I doing with my life? Working in a system that doesn't realize I am human. I turned in my notice.
So....
Dad died.
Quit my job.
Selling the house.
Bought an old RV.
Downsizing to tiny home status.
Started a company.
First job is August 8, 2016.
Rapidly going broke in the process.
