So this is the thick and thin of it:
My probation period report-back (3 months) happened on Thursday. Everything is fine except for one large problem - and it is large: I haven't got the structure, style and form of writing of the publication I work for.
As a result, myself and my boss and the ever-backstabbing-thought-she-was-on-my-side editor decided that my probation period be extended until October (2 months) and if nothing comes of it, I leave the company.
If I leave the company, I cannot get another job just yet because it would look like I'm job hopping. I would need an excuse, and therefore I would need to fuck off outta here and go and travel. But in the meantime, I actually quite like what I do here. And I'm rather traumatised by the string of events.
Plus I would have to sell the car I just bought, after two repayments.
So, for the next two months, I'm going to be living in a conscious state of pure Hell. Rising to the challeneg of retraining myself, making sure my writing is award-winning (and its not), while trying to get some sleep.
Tossing and turning every night is not helping me.
So yes, once again, God craps all over my head.