“Bring your own sun
Just enough for everyone…”
-Tori Amos

A few days into this whole unemployment thing, I guess nothing has changed. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. It’s kind of amusing – here we have a three day “holiday” weekend, in a house where none of the adults now has a job outside the home to go to. Happy memorial day weekend. It might as well be  a Thursday.

This is not going to turn into the “bitter wife who is bitching about her unemployed husband” blog. I know he’s having a tough time too. He’s really trying. Calling headhunters, sending resumes, touching base with people, and all the stuff that you’re supposed to do. I can’t fault him when I talk to my friend who said to me yesterday that her husband told her he didn’t know if HE would be able to find a job because, “I don’t really have any skills.” She was incredulous as he said it, and even more so as she was telling me – and I was gobsmacked – how can you get into your 30s and not feel that you have anything to offer any workplace? And seriously, if you don’t think you can do anything, how the fuck do you even START looking for a job? I can’t imagine there’s a section for “Useless people who have nothing really to offer our company besides hanging around breathing our air and taking our paycheck”. Who knows – maybe on Craigslist there is. But it definitely cleared up how on earth she’s been supporting their family for all this time. The job market? It’s so fantastically shitty, but, wow.

So, I’m lucky – I know my husband has job skills that are gonna make him an asset in the right place. I just hope that place happens to be lookin’ for him. Like now.

The past few days have been a blur, though. I spent awhile today just lying on the dining room floor. Guess I’m feeling a little bogged down and sometimes it feels good to get amoebic on your dining room floor – just bleh. Lying there, looking at the ceiling and just looking at things in a different way. I got up when I turned my head to the right and realized there were so many cereal crumbs on the floor that if I stared at it much longer, I would feel the need to vaccuum and I just didn’t want to go that route at the moment.

I guess it’s just a matter of taking things as they come these days. What choice do I really have at the moment? Just rollin’ with it.