I Never Thought I Would Lose My Job, Part 2
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I had been laid off. I had nothing to do. And lethargy doesn’t suit me.
I felt like the anxiety was going to overwhelm me. I’m a worrier by nature, and the impending financial disaster, the lack of health insurance, and the embarrassment all made me feel hopeless.
My first thought was to run home. Live with Mommy, and work at the Dairy Queen. This was my first major life crisis as an adult, and I didn’t know how to handle it.
However, that would have necessitated telling my parents, and I was far too ashamed to even imagine the pity that would be all over their faces. Besides, I knew they couldn’t help.
As soon as I realized that moving into my mother’s basement wasn’t an option, the reality hit me. I had to find a job.
I started with every job search website I had ever seen advertised, and even a few that looked really sketchy when I Googled “job search.” But hey, I was desperate.
There were jobs out there that required degrees, certifications, and general education that I didn’t have. My field was incredibly specialized, and while I was great at what I did, there were only a few places in the country that I could do it.
Then my mind wandered to the idea of moving. Places like New York, Las Vegas, and California were packed with venues that needed sound technicians. And even better, they were packed with contacts and friends that could help me get a job.
But I kept hoping for something reasonably appealing that would keep me in my house and with my dogs. And preferably away from the ramen and Spaghetti-O’s. I made hundreds of calls, put my resume anywhere the internet would let me, and hit up every friend I had. I begged for temp work, for side work, anything. I had a pirated version of my design software, and I was willing to draft carpet patterns if it meant I could keep my house. Continue reading 'I Never Thought I Would Lose My Job, Part 2'»
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