February 28, 2003
Well, it's official: I've been out of work for a year. A year ago at 4:30 the HR guy asked to talk to me, at 5:30 I was quasi-escorted out of the building. No security guys or anything like that, we just "happened" to be the last two people leaving that day.
A year ago tomorrow I started getting enjoying some time off, figuring that I'd be able to find work OK with my three-plus years of experience. I didn't even file for unemployment right away. Shows ya what I know.
This is a lot more difficult than I'd originally planned. Living paycheck-to-paycheck is one thing; not knowing when the next paycheck will arive is another. After more than a handful of "thanks but no"s you kinda start wondering if you're even employable -- would it have been worth it to stay at the job you hated and have an ulcer the size of a baseball?
So that's where it sits now. Yay.
