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 13, 2014
Woke up waaaaay too early today to go pick up the kids at their grandparents (they stayed overnight while we entertained friends last night). Elora has Cross Country practice every day except Sunday, so today, at 8am on a Saturday, I drop her off. This is a ridiculous time on a ridiculous day. Shouldn’t the one perk of not having a job be that you get to sleep in?
And then Elora shaves 3 1/2 minutes off her best time for the 2-mile and my beauty sleep seems less important. Nice to see hard work pay off.
Speaking of hard work. If I’m not sending out resumes or securing services or updating my LinkedIn profile or, like today, attending my Father-in-Law’s birthday celebration, I’m doing freelance work to help our money stretch a little further or securing more freelance work. Today, I exhausted myself doing 13 silly (not in a pejorative–they were supposed to be silly) drawings for a website. I will be paid for my efforts, but the entire time I was thinking, “I should be applying more. I should be networking. I should be blogging. I should be writing my book. I should be playing with my kids. I should be talking with my wife.”
I think I’m actually working more and harder now than I was when I had a job. I’m definitely putting in more than 40 hours of work a week. Despite whatever frustrations I may have, lucky me, for the most part, I’m doing the things I love.
New plan: get someone to pay me to do the things I love. I need patrons.
The truth is, no matter how much I may love that I now have time to do the things I enjoy (thank you for being patient, mistress blog; I have been a cruel master), I can’t truly take pleasure in any of it when nothing I do is part of a job I don’t currently have. Our money is a ticking time bomb. It will go kaboom if we don’t find a way to bring a heavy foot down on the fuse.
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I read back for Erin my “No Income” story from yesterday’s blog. Made her double over, struggle for breath, and laugh hysterically through tears. Nice to know I can still do that. I’ve got a heckuva partner. Even if none of you laughed (since I’m writing this a week before you’ll see it, I have no idea how you’ll all react to a story that could just as easily read as terribly sad as it does terribly funny), the fact that she did is worth more than gold.
To clarify: it is worth more little bit of gold. I will trade Erin’s laughter for lots of gold.
(Don’t judge me. There’s a need.)