What the fuck am I going to do? That sentence has been bouncing between my thoughts since the very moment I was “laid-off“ yesterday morning. After the initial shock, wanting to vomit, and tears faded away I was, and am, left in a state of deep contemplation. What the fuck am I going to do?
Rent, health insurance, bills, food, clothing, life…and gas for my car. Until 9:45am 8/17/09 I hadn’t been too worried about any of it. Now, I have officially declared my life is in a state of Murphy’s Law. I am accepting canned goods as well as monetary donations.
Ok, it’s not that serious. Yet. But I am completely out of my element here. Unemployment, Cobra, job interviews. Breathe Krysta. A swell of anxiety overwhelms me every now and then. It’s not only money I’ve lost this week, but also a sense of my self worth, friends, dreams, and not being a bum. I know, I have a few months on unemployment collecting before qualifying as a city bum…which is great because I threw out the box my flat screen TV came in, and that was my plan B.
In all seriousness, over the next few days, weeks, dare I say months, I will try to make nice with the recession that just fucked me so hard I can’t even stand straight without feeling dizzy. I will not allow myself to fall off track. I am scared, I am unprepared, and I am alone. But, I am me, and I refuse to accept this as the end of my career.What is it like to be jobless in this town? I don't know, but when I find out I'll tell you. Now, is there really an unemployment line?
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