This gut wrenching realization happened last night when it dawned on me: I am the only one who doesn't have to wake up and be on time to anywhere in the morning. I failed miserably at trying to persuade both my roommates to come out for a cocktail to help ease this epiphany. Yes it was 9:30 on a Monday night, but I flashed the I've-just-been-laid-off-face and dangled the it's-on-my-severance-check-carrot. No budge. So I went to bed early knowing I'd just wake up early to catch them getting ready for the jobs they still had.
So, this is the bummer that is being unemployed. And then the downward
spiral
happened.
What am I going to do with all this free time? How long am I going to be unemployed? I'm going to be unemployed forever. What if I'm unemployed forever? I'm going to have to move back home with my parents. What if I have to move back home with my parents? I'm going to be like those losers who sit on the couch and watch TV all day. This is a recession. No one finds work in a recession. I'm going to be poor. When my severance runs out I'm going to be on unemployment. I'm going to be on unemployment forever. But I can't be on unemployment forever, unemployment runs out. What if i don't find work when it runs out?
It got borderline psychotic. I think I cried at one point. I have an ill-feeling more of these freak out sessions are in store.
Keeping the brown paper bag nearby.
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