I lost my job. A week ago. Damn Economy. The company that I worked for had decided to suspend development of the architectural territory indefinitely. And between us, I don't think that they are doing too well residentially, from what I've been told. Whatever the case, I now have no job, and aside from the debt that I had going into this job, I now have to cover an additional $800 a month for car, gas, and insurance. Eek! And on top of all that, my refinance of the house is completely out of the question, since I now have no income. I'm afraid to revisit my budget and determine, at minimum, how much I need to cover bills each month. Because I know what that number is, and it's not pretty.
This is the second time in less than two years that I'm facing unemployment. Neither were my fault. Last time, though, building was at a high and I was able to sustain on private client business. This time, not so good. And I just do not have the energy to do it all again. I want to crawl into a hole and not come out until all this is over with. But I know that can't happen. I must face this head on. But I really have no idea, no clue, what's available.
When I told one of my closest friends what happened, she sent me the sweetest little note, with the funniest and truest of sentiments. Don't eat the macaroni. Last time I lost my job and settled into this funk, I ate Kraft Macaroni and Cheese nearly every day for four months. It was my comfort food. It was my vice. And it was cheap. But, it resulted in over 20 pounds attaching itself to every part of my body. Which lead to even more of a funk. Now, I'm faced with the same scenario and she tells me, "Don't eat the macaroni." Too late. In the last week I've gone through three boxes. And no gym time. No tennis time. Just wallow in self-pity time. Each day I say that I'm going to the gym, but it doesn't happen.
So, today, I'm going to the gym. And if not, it's Whole-Grain, so doesn't that count for something?
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I quit a job in August of 2005 to take on the job of my dreams, only to find that job was not so dreamy and quit after two weeks. After years of continuous employment, I didn't know what to do with myself. Then Hurricane Katrina hit and my family moved in with me. Imagine that. Unemployed and on the verge of semi-depression, watching the city I love drown, and having a house-full of people all within a week. But I brought that on myself in a way - a little due diligence on my part would've raised enough red flags to know that shiny job I was offered was a little too good to be true. It took me a full (frustrating) five months of continuous, unfruitful prospecting to get another job offer.
While your job loss was out of your control, hopefully you'll be able to find a little solace in the fact that this is survivable, as evidenced by both of us having gone through periods of unemployment in the past. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? So keep fighting Job War 2009, you're on your way to the top. Who cares how skinned your knees are when you get there...
Woot, whole-grain kraft dinner *and* gym time. Thanks for posting the story love.
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