So, I was coming back, right? I somehow lost 3 months. Not sure how that happened, but I'm going to try again. September 10th was a dark day. I went to work knowing that a layoff was coming, but it couldn't hit my department. We all worked great together and we were all needed. Maybe one person if absolutely necessary, but that's it. Wrong! As soon as I got the call to come downstairs I knew what was happening. Myself, one person in my dept., and my boss - The Best Boss EVER were all laid off. Apparently names were drawn from a hat. I've never been in that position before, and it was awful. By the time I hit the parking lot I had already contacted one of my vendors to see if they had an opening, and had an interview the next day. I was unemployed a total of 5 days. While my vendor did want to hire me, they took too long to make an offer. I ended up back at the same campus, just a different division. ...
I know, I know. I'm not the only Polish girl in Texas, but it sure feels that way. Where are the pierogis? Why do I get looked at funny in HEB when I ask for Polish sausage? And really, a kolache is not the same as a kolacky. This blog is not only about me missing the food I grew up on, but (still) adjusting to TX, becoming a chemical free home, and my obsession with all things Sephora. Welcome!