Monday afternoon I found myself in a place I never thought I'd see.
The unemployment line.
3 weeks before Christmas I got laid off due to budget cuts.
How cliche is that?
Honestly, it wouldn't really matter to me what time of year it happened.
It's a pretty big pill to swallow regardless of the season.
Of course since then the
"It's all going to work out...."
"It's going to be OK...."
and the "Everything happens for reason...."
have been clogging up my cell phone like some bad episode of Dr. Phil.
Easy for someone else to say.
Are they going to pay my bills and make up for the loss of our larger income?
Yeah. I didn't think so.
I am doing my best to see the silver lining.
Truth be told while I enjoyed what I did, I didn't LOVE where I worked. The commute sucked and I was severely underpaid. So needless to say I had been keeping my eyes open for something new.
But they say it's always easier to find a job when you already have one.
And I wasn't finding much then, so now I feel like I'm in a scary place.
Part of me is all gung ho, let's get this job search party started.
The other part of me wants to sit here on the couch in my sweatpants and cry into a carton of ice cream.
I'm sure over the next few weeks there's going to be a fair share of both.