Chapter 2 - Starting Over...Again

You know, everyone has a chapter 2. Mine began when my husband starting screwing my best friend...or at least when I found out. Having started over nearly 3 years ago, I bought my own house (after crashing at my cousin's for three months, bless her), went on Match.com, found me a husband and got a stellar job at the corporate headquarters of Dunkin' Donuts and Baskin-Robbins.

Okay, so maybe I did fall down the stairs the first day (well, the first hour) of my new job - I still contend it was the Starbucks gods reminding me who was boss - but it was a great job with great people. Seriously, everyone's hopped up on caffeine and sugar...how bad could it be?

Yeah...today I got laid off. So did a lot of my friends. I know it wasn't personal; it was business, and I was expendable. Honestly, the worst part was saying goodbye to my friends. It's rare to find a largish group of people who work together all day, can tell each other to STFU and still sincerely like each other.

Although I cried all the way home, I realized that the schmo (I say that lovingly) who sat behind me has it worse. With a two-year-old and a baby on the way, he's got a little more to worry about. And he will; he's wicked anal.

So I called my cousin - the aforementioned boarding house marm - and told her she had her coffee buddy back for the summer. Our first stop? Starbucks. Why piss off the gods even more? With caffeine, all is possible.