Bitter endings, tentative beginings

I got a call from my boss Sunday night, and got laid off Monday morning. Now, this is never pleasant news, but as a nanny, leaving a job isn't just about collecting your stuff in a box and saying goodbye to coworkers.

Instead, leaving a nanny job is about tears cried hardest when your charges can't see, about wondering what you did wrong, about what happens if you can't keep in touch, about whether you can really keep doing the job you love when your heart gets ripped out every few years.

So now, in a crappy economy, I begin to job hunt. Resumes must be reworked, forms must be filled out, calls must be made, and clothes found to look "polished", professional, yet approachable and nurturing. I hate clothes shopping.