Maybe it was my negative attitude that attracted this wave of bad luck, or maybe my intuition was telling me all along that something worse was yet to come. Either way, it's apparent now we've made a terrible mistake in moving to Toronto.
Last Wednesday, the day before my birthday (also Thanksgiving, and my
parents were visiting) my husband came home at noon (he never comes home at
noon). He went in for his 3 month review (the point in which our
benefits would kick in) and he was told they "couldn't find a place for
him" and they were letting him go.
What kind of company spends $30K+ to move a family across the country,
puts them in a fancy high rise hotel for 2 weeks, pays to store all our
belongings while we find a house, and then doesn't actually have a job
to offer after all? How can whoever makes the hiring and firing
decisions not see that they asked a family to relocate to a foreign
country and then left them stranded? He wasn't even there long enough to
form any lasting connections. We have no family or friends here, no job
leads for either of us, and it's Christmastime to boot. Merry fucking
This supposed dream job has become a nightmare. We have no reason to be
here. We sold our beloved house in Seattle. I gave up my job. For what? A
struggle greater than any we could have imagined. This is our rock
bottom, I think. I can't imagine it can get any worse.