Friday, December 3, 2010

Life as I know it

Gloom, despair, and agony on me. Deep dark depression, excessive misery.

Is that copyrighted? Probably. No harm intended! Don't sue me. I don't have jack so it would be for naught. Literally.

Anyhoo.... here I am "celebrating" the one year anniversary of losing my job. God, this blows. In all my working life I have never been out of work for more than a couple-three weeks. It is freaking depressing as hell! I have sent out umpteen resumes, applied for at least a couple hundred jobs, attended job fairs, cold called, asked for referrals. Ugh! I have had maybe half a dozen interviews and zero offers. When I follow up, I get no response. Having endured countless unreturned phone calls and unacknowledged e-mails, I don't what I'm supposed to do.

I went all summer with no unemployment benefits. Thanks to Nebraska Senator Ben Nelson, my extension of benefits was stalled when Congress voted to not give a shit about the unemployed. We nearly lost our house. I was about a week away from getting my car repo'd. We had to scrape, beg, and borrow to keep a roof over our head. It was a delightful experience, let me tell ya. Got my benefits reinstated in September but now there is more talk of Congress giving the thumbs down to continued benefits. This morning? Nothing in my bank account to indicate that I've received my direct deposit this week. Merry Christmas!

But, before I shift completely into FML mode, I do have one idea. One possible, albeit challenging, saving grace.

I have been doing a bit of freelance writing, ghosting writing web content. It (literally) pays pennies per word but...maybe, just maybe, I can write enough to earn a living. I will have to punch out about 10 articles a day in order to make the equivalent of what I am drawing from unemployment. But, if I super glue my nose to the grindstone it might (aka might) be possible.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of hard work. What am I afraid of? Failure. Homelessness. Having to send my kids to live with relatives because I can't keep a roof over their head.

So. Not really much to think about, is there? Just time to get to work.

1 comment:

  1. Well, I tried this and even with my fingers pressed to the keys all day long, the most I could manage was three articles a day. And that was pushing it. Ugh... I now have a part time job with a long commute and am making less than I was on unemployment (what with the fuel expense). I've tried to keep up w/the articles as a supplment but have not had a whole lot of luck there. Sometimes there are just not enough assignments. Guess I just need to keep trying, keep looking, keep moving forward. What other option is there?