I wrote yesterday that I was in a good place with life's happenings. That was yesterday.
It looks like after the end of the month I won't have a job. It's not definite yet, but all but. I found out today, (Wed) that the woman in charge of our contract, has taken to telling lies about our cleaning, giving herself a reason to get rid of us. There's nothing I can do. It's not been said, there's nothing to make me believe this, but it sure seems that it's all about me being trans. But then, that's where my mind goes when I'm stressed like I am. My world is crashing.