is where i am.
Day Ten.
Have no inspiration. Have read nothing. Realizes former employers actually may not have needed me. Is tired of sleeping in and though I made it through college without ever being one, realize may have to become waitress. Secretly think I am better than being a waitress. Husband is pushing me to become a waitress.
Realizes I have no friends here. I have “friends” but no friends. I have no one to go hang out with. To just say, I’m dying here, I have to come over. Sees how could easily slip into dark depression.
At Starbucks: Really want to eat the sourdough donut. Thank God for the internet where I can look and see that it has 480 calories. No thanks.
Day Nine.
Spy on competition gym and competition zumba class. Husband and mother seem to think this is a bit odd.
Find out Spencer made lowest grade in his class on World Lit test. Feel like crying after telling myself it’s ok if we have to stay here until December.
3 years agoDay Eight.
Declares to mother on phone ”Zumba is saving my life” after teaching a very large class at the college. “I would sink into a deep dark depression if it weren’t for Zumba” I tell her emphatically. Realize this may be true. Is also the only form of non-government controlled income I am currently earning. $35 a week. Woo hoo.
Gets text from working husband
“ we are going to karaoke tonight with ike and dustin ”
Have no legitimate reason to say no. Go to karaoke, get free beer (yay), decides it’s time to leave after seeing one drunk girl try to put her hands down a strangers pants on the dance floor, am DD ( of course.) Drive Ike to Kroger to buy single red rose for some stupid thing he did concerning his girlfriend. Spencer gets hiccups that last for 20 minutes while we are in the car. They don’t go away until we get home.
3 years agoDay Seven.
Laying in bed thinks “why have I not been reading my bible?” Makes mental note to talk to husband and do better about this.
3 years agoDay Six.
Husband is very sick. Spends $42.66 at grocery store and is later in trouble for it. Shouldn’t have splurged for the organic granola & the organic yogurt.
Dang it. Watch 3 movies in one day, do not leave the couch except to make food and pee.
3 years agoDay Four.
Cleans out study.
Should’ve taken a before picture.
Bookshelf is awfully full of books.
Where did all of that come from? Who has even read those books? Make mental to note to read all the books in the house I haven’t already read.
3 years agoDay One.
Day One:
This will not be so bad. Will get lots of sleep and have lots of sex with husband (see below) since [ ] will not be worried about sleep. Will write. Will have inspiration. Will read all novels have been wanting to read and will become well read. Will gain inspiration from novels and will therefore be inspirational.
At gym thinks: Will get in really good shape while jobless.
Calls job lead #1, says call back on Thursday.
Spencer aka Husband on right.
3 years agoUnemployment.
Unemployment
Day I got the news:
1/5/2009
Have regular marketing meeting with bosses for over an hour. Notice one of the two look rather ragged. Hmm. As meeting wraps up, folders are closed, notes stacked together, boss says
“There is something else we came down here to talk to you about today, Megan”
Stupidly, I purposefully (and dramatically) look innocently from one boss to the other thinking Maybe they are going to give me a raise after all. Yay.
She continues on about how bad things have gotten, no houses have sold, they’ve had to do a lot of cost cutting, blah blah blah. I think oh, well, ok they feel the need to explain to me why they will not be able to give me my raise, but they totally don’t have to explain anything to me, I’m just happy to have a job”
“And one of the things we’ve had to cut is your job.”
Holy…
Hear nothing else. Former boss continues on for eternity about how they will try to keep things to going and I need to think of what I will charge to consult.
“It had nothing to do with you…”
Don’t. Flipping. Cry. Don’t cry. Think about rainbows. Cars. Driving. Babies. Don’t don’t don’t don’t cry.
Tears. I’m done here.
Call Husband.
Call Mom. First cheery words out of her mouth “Megan, do you still have your job?” (inside joke, usually)
“No, I don’t. For really.”
“What? Are you crying?” She realizes it’s true. Oops.
Once home husband says, “Welp, happy hour isn’t gonna drink itself!”
Proceed to get smashingly drunk.
Proceed to sob, you know the really ugly kind of cry, on the couch later. Husband suggests bed. Good idea. World spins.
Next Day:
Really regret night before. Really.
For the next month:
“Do not say anything nice to me or I will cry.
“No, I will not be doing any work.
Yes, I will be gmail chatting with Rebekah from 9-5.
Peace out.
3 years ago