A week or two after I returned from Chicago, I got a phone call from my former boss. She was letting me know that they unfortunately had to let my replacement go, and she was asking if I wanted my old job back. Had I not just learned that I was pregnant, I might have considered accepting her offer on the spot. However, we reached a compromise. I would work on specific projects from home. I could do these projects at my own pace as long as I got the work done by the deadlines. Seriously, this is a dream job. I couldn’t say no. I agreed to return to work temporarily — until they find my new replacement or until the end of August.
I thought this income could be used to buy new maternity clothes and put the rest into savings; however, it’s contributing to my recent medical bills.
I’m very sorry to hear that my replacement is no longer there. We used to work together at that company, and I thought she would be a perfect fit. She was well liked and a good worker. Obviously, I was wrong.
I’m relieved to know that we can pay these extra bills which seem to come in the mail every day now. Does that make me a bad person? That I’m relieved to remain “comfortable” while there’s a good person, a single mother, who’s not able to provide an income for her household?
What’s good timing for me is bad timing for her.
Don’t you know? I struggle with guilt.