Wednesday, April 8, 2009
When one door closes...
It's been one week now since I've joined the other 8.5% of this country who is unemployed. A month ago I used my "safety money" to pay for the security deposit for my barely affordable apartment. Six days ago I bought a shitload of furniture to make my apartment more comfortable. The day after that, after I assembled all the furniture, I got let go from my job.
I was initially in shock, feeling like someone took a giant tennis racket and knocked me on my ass. Then I became angry. And then the tears just flowed. For 2 straight days. I felt like I had been dumped. I just wanted to hide under my covers and cry. I knew this was not productive or proactive behavior.
After tons of phone calls, lots of crying, and an infinite amount of love and support from my friends and family, I'm feeling good again. What goes down must come up, right? My friends comforted me with their words as C told me, "It's not like you got fired from your book." More than a handful of my friends began making calls for me and offered to help in any way, whether it was a loan or a couch to sleep on. My big brother reminded me that I always bounce back and that he would support me in whatever I do. Le sigh. The tears might return. I feel all fuzzy inside.
I took a walk around Barnes and Noble. This always calms me down. I hit the bottle. This always leaves me feeling temporarily invincible.
Losing my job was incredibly bad timing (I guess there's never really a good time), but I had to reflect and question why this happened. I was working my butt off to pay for my apartment. I wasn't able to put as much time into freelancing or my book. I realized this kick in the butt was telling me that I was going in the wrong direction.
A plan has been formed. I've got the bounce back in my step. Stay tuned... will share details as soon as the plans are set in motion.
Wish me luck!