Welp. Lost my job today.
They said it was because they had no need for my position anymore; I figure it has more to do with the fact that I called them out on some bullshit promises they had made me and then backed out on. H has correctly pointed out that this is probably for the best; I was incredibly unhappy and now I can find something that I actually enjoy. He said, "the only thing you should be upset about is that you didn't get the satisfaction of telling those douche canoes 'I QUIT'".
We *should* be OK financially; we were a one income household when I moved out here and managed. I think I'm just mostly shocked/hurt that they got one final FUCK YOU. When I was leaving, my dumbass cunt of a supervisor asked me sweetly, "Need any help with anything?" I smiled at her and said, "Yes, finding a job" and left. (On the bright side, she no longer has me to be her scapegoat/do the shit she never wanted to do, so hopefully her life will be a bit more miserable now.)
I'm letting myself be sad tonight. I'll deal with the shitty reality of job hunting on Monday. H is currently making dinner and I'm nursing a glass bottle of wine.
Fuckity fuck fuck. Thanks for letting me whine.