My name is Kristi, I’m a 30 year old blonde hair green eyed girl and I’ve lived within about a 50 to 60 mile radius of where I was born my whole life. I have a dog who’s 8 (I’ve had him for 6 years), he’s half blue heeler and other half is debatable. His name is Bleu (as in Forrest Gump’s Benjamin Beauford BLEU), he’s my favorite thing in life.
The summer before I turned 23 I bought a 2011 Chevy Silverado 1500 with off road package with 300 miles on it and the summer before I turned 25 I bought a little yellow house in a little Nebraska town. My job has served me well, I’m quite proud that I was able to get loans for such things at such a young age, I was a little cocky about it at the time. I have no college degree, I started this career as a summer temp worker for another company and with a little luck, a lot of folks quitting, and a shit ton of hours and hard work I now get to say I’m a research associate.
I’m pretty good at what I do. I work an insane amount of hours from March until the end of harvest. So much so that I find it impossible to lead a fulfilling social life. However, my brain works very well with detail oriented things and I happen to thrive in chaos. I enjoy what I do. It does get tiresome from time to time, then there are these moments, spectacular moments when I feel a rush of joy and I am overcome by knowing I’m exactly where I should be in life. These moments used to come more often than not, in recent years they have come far too sparse. And my job I enjoy is feeling more like a grind. I’m not sure if I want to do it anymore but I don’t want to quit, I just want to love it as much as I used to….
^^^Those last few paragraphs you just read, that pretty much sums up exactly how I would have described myself a little over a month ago. Did you notice how much of it was about my job? That job doesn’t exist anymore. Well, it exists, I’m just no longer filling that position I had come to have a love/hate relationship with.
In the middle of August this year I had the ground ripped out from under me. That ground I had built that I thought was so solid, so reliable simply disappeared. Not just for myself either, I was fired as were 2 other of my colleagues and my boss.
So now I’m writing about this new experience as it comes to me. I’m using Life Interrupted as my platform because I can’t possibly be the only one experiencing an uprootal in what I thought was a secure life. I welcome anyone who wishes to follow along with my journey of what comes after a wrecking ball hit and disrupted my stability.
My name is Kristi, I’m a 30 year old blonde haired, green eyed perpetually single woman who has a dog named Bleu (whom I adore), has a mortgage and bills I don’t know how I’m going to pay. I’ve lived within a 50 to 60 mile radius of where I was born my whole life and I’ve dedicated just about my entire adult life to agricultural research, until August 16, 2019. Holy shit balls, now what????
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