She's back
and right now my life hurts like brand new shoes to quote the wonderful India Arie. For the second time in as many years VBG has fallen on challenging times. And rather than this time being familiar ground, I feel I am in uncharted and far more treacherous waters. And anyone who knows me, knows too, that one of my least proud personal factoids is that this Voluptuous Brown Gurl never learned to swim. Six weeks ago I spent my last day at the "new" job* I'd so gleefully chirped about in a post in January 2012. My departure was unexpected in timing (I thought I had about 2 months before the clock ran out) but more than slightly welcomed. I'd known fairly soon after starting that it just wasn't the place for me but it was bearable. As I was just coming off half a year of unemployment, I thought my resume might look less conspicuous if I stayed put a little while - like a year or so. When I started the job*, I worked a 4 day/32 hr week which was a