Or, as it turns out, not so quietly.
It is going on 9 weeks since I worked last – the longest stretch in my adult life.
I am guessing the number of jobs I’ve applied for is nearing 100. Most don’t give any acknowledgement and none have called me back.
The only mail I get are credit card bills and rejection letters.
S has been working a lot of overtime so I have been alone a lot. Time alone is not good – I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my pick-up truck.
I think about all the things I could do with 9 weeks off work if I wasn’t totally consumed by panic or if I had the money to fly to the States. (Visit Natalie, for one.)
I think about how much longer we can last on one income before we have to consider drastic alternatives. Which is not a good thing, because it’s not as long as you would think.
So, what am I doing to keep from losing my mind? I am trying to stay positive, which is a full-time job. I am applying for jobs, which is a full-time job. In my spare time I am watching crime dramas on TV, movies I know well enough to quote the whole way through, and playing a lot of Peggle.
Hopefully I get a job before I lose my mind, or at least before I drive my husband to lose his.
Fingers crossed, please, and all the good wishes you can spare. We need them.