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.
The big news today is that I actually woke up with an appetite and ate breakfast for the first time in a week. I ate an actual bowl of cereal. With milk and everything. My stomach didn’t really know what to do with it.
Since Erin was out at the Dentist (we should probably figure out how to pay him) and running errands with Violet, I had most of the day to myself. I cranked up the stereo, disturbed the dogs and cat with a bit of living room dancing, and finished up Erin’s resume. Are you looking for an amazing video presenter who projects realness and warmth like a just opened oven? Look no further:
After that was done, I went over to the church to do a little bit of clerical work. We don’t have any paid ministry in our church, so work like that falls to the rank and file, which is everyone. It just happens to be my turn to do that sort of thing right now, which means somebody made a grave mistake. I know exactly two places to file documents: 1. Where I will never remember I put them there, and 2. In the trash. The only reason you’d have me record data and file papers is if you can’t afford a shredder.
When I came home from the church, Erin was already there and had a surprise for me: our college diplomas, framed on the giant empty wall in our bedroom.
I’ve been carrying my diploma around in my work bag for ten years. For most of that time, I didn’t even know it was there (Filing place #1). Not really sure why I put it there in the first place, but my guess is I didn’t know where else to stick it and I didn’t really care. I never wanted to go to college. Didn’t see the value, sounded boring.
Once I got my diploma, I felt almost no sense of accomplishment. College was just this thing I did because I didn’t know what else do with my life and Marvel and DC Comics weren’t exactly knocking down my door. Erin really pushed me hard during that time. I probably wouldn’t have graduated without her. My 37-year-old self kind of wants to smack my 26-year-old self upside the head for being an idiot, but at least he finished it.
I’m not sure how Erin’s mom got it out of my work bag, but she has my thanks for this gift of a daily reminder that, no matter our present circumstance, Erin and I are pretty capable after all. Maybe somebody with some money will agree with that soon.
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Bunch of friends came over to play games once again tonight. I don’t know if they know how useful the distraction is or not, but I’m grateful for it. They stayed until 3am. Tonight also marked the first time someone made jokes about my lack of job. Everyone laughed, at my expense. I guess we’ve crossed a new threshold there. Probably a good thing.