By J. Bird
Despite my best efforts at keeping this data classified, I learned that somebody leaked my non-working status to my vacationing parents when my father left a message from the Mediterranean on an unrelated matter and mentioned it. When I find out who, violence may occur, so stay tuned for that. I was going for the “While you were on vacation I lost my job but no worries I’m all set with a new one” once they got back take on the whole thing, which, of course, depended on getting a job before they got back. So that strategy is pretty much dashed.
Meanwhile, I decided over the weekend that I have too much stuff, and that maybe paring down will lead me to something meaningful. Like a job offer. How that will work, I can’t explain, but I have a feeling it might. Maybe it will bring me clarity. One minute I’m accepting what happened and sending out resumes as often as possible; the next I’m feeling persecuted and miserable and wondering why it seems like every time I’ve got things worked out, they suddenly come crashing down again.
That’s what losing your job does to you. Unemployment: The Ultimate Mind Fuck.
J. Bird is the Beachwood’s pseudononymous workplace affairs reporter who no longer has a workplace to report from. Now Bird sends dispatches from the front lines of unemployed ennui. Catch up with the Life at Work series here.
Posted on September 25, 2006