On August 28th, my wife lost her job. 24 hours later, I lost mine. This blog is a continuation of the day-by-day chronicling of our emotional journey back to employment. This is bound to be upsetting, hilarious and hopeful.
September 1, 2014
Today was Labor Day, a day set apart to celebrate all the good people who set up unions and other protections that prevent 6-year-olds from pounding shoe leather for twelve straight hours and three pennies a day. I wonder what a union could have done for me.
My favorite comment on our situation, via Facebook and courtesy of my friend, Heidi: So, you picked yourself up and went to work at a place that had JUST fired your wife the day before and THEN they fired you? Oh for Pete’s sake.
Me: That’s about the size of it, Heidi.
Heidi: That’s just butts.
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I spent the entire first half of the day finalizing the edit on a video I made for my Grandpa and his wife, Susan. A couple of years ago they gave all of their married grandchildren $2,000 with the stipulation that they go on an adventure with it. Preferably outdoors. No cruises. And we weren’t allowed to do something sensible with it like pay bills. Grandpa has Parkinson’s and is wheelchair bound, so I kind of thought maybe he wanted to send us out into the world to do the things he can’t. I mean, hopefully that’s the reason. Otherwise I just made a cruel video showing him all the things he only wishes he could do.
Erin and I brought our kids along, and put our $2,000 together with the $2,000 my brother and his wife got. With our combined 5 kids, we did a solid week and a half of an adventure a day. This was challenging because our kids all have different needs, and my middle child has special needs. She loved the berry picking the best, as we figured she would. This video shows off a small part of it. I shot 90% of it with my little sport camera, so I’m only in it here and there. Which is fine. Everyone else is much better looking.
We celebrated Labor Day with family and food. I alternated between being irritated that scarcely a mention was made of our situation, and grateful it wasn’t made into a big deal. To remind them, Erin and I started a little mini-meme with ourselves by shouting “I lost my job!” every time things didn’t go our way in the tabletop game we played around the kitchen table. It’s possible we made everyone uncomfortable, but more importantly we made ourselves laugh.
I seem to be especially appreciative of entertainment these days. Usually, I watch movies or TV or even play board games like a jerk, constantly analyzing and trying to divine what makes them good or bad and making notes about which aspects of them I might want to avoid/co-opt in my own work. But in the past four days I’ve been retreating to entertainments gladly as they distract me enough that I can forget this unemployment beast is even there. I’ve never had alcohol, but I get wanting to numb yourself.