I've been having severe difficulty at work. I started a new position in January in the hopes that I could move forward with my company, but I've found myself in a position far, far above my skillset and have been floundering. Since the start of this new position, I've had various health problems, dental emergencies, an injury, then in February my dear beloved Dante had to have several extractions, my mother fell ill, and on May the 4th, Dante left me and this world. It's been an incredibly stressful 6 months, I feel sick, tired, stressed, depressed, constantly anxious, and now I'm in fear for my job security. I've been applying everywhere I can and two weeks ago I finally had an interview but I wasn't sure if I'd stuck it.
In a previous thread I told the story of me and Dante, how we met and the circumstances. He fell into my lap when I was in a dark place, after suffering 3 years of an abusive relationship and having been laid off and left with nothing but insecurity and sadness and left to lick my own wounds. He gave me a reason to get up in the morning.
Well, this weekend, after 2 months, I finally dreamt of my boy. It was a simple short dream, we were on a walk, and I felt a sense of adventure, but I can't recall the rest. Monday morning the recruiter called and asked for more information, they want to contact my references asap. This morning I was walking to my car to head to work, and there was a tiny stuffed white dog toy sitting on a doorstep to a house near my car.
Dante, I hope this is you saving me one more time. If it doesn't pan out for me, I know that you tried to keep me positive and I thank you again, again, again.