Sunday, June 7, 2009

Nature or Nurture?

Hubby went golfing with his buddies today. Since my ass was hurting from sitting on it for the last three days, I volunteered to "walk the dogs" with my cousin. It was only after we started that she said, "We have to walk for an hour. I had a piece of cake today." I looked at her dumbfounded. I had a peanut-butter brownie for breakfast, followed by a Frapuccino for lunch (with whip!). Still, I'm lucky if I used to walk from my desk to the ladies room. Now she wants me to walk a 2-mile course? "I clocked it," she said. Three miles later (she lied) I'm friggin crippled. Seeing a cute little brown bunny doesn't even make up for it. Now I won't feel so bad about sitting on my ass all day tomorrow on the computer updating job-search sites. Since I won't be able to walk, at least I can be productive. Where's the vicodin?

Friday, June 5, 2009

First day on the lam

12:30 a.m. - took some cold medicine and went to sleep with the tissue box.

6:30 a.m. - woke up with hubby, and he kissed me goodbye

6:45 a.m. - logged on to Facebook and email (thank God someone's up at that hour!)

7:00-11:00 a.m. - laid in bed like a slug with my computer, the remote, a jump drive and my phone. Played on FB and watched repetitive news (rain today).

11:00 a.m. - got dressed. Turned off computer upstairs. Turned on computer downstairs. Read through termination package; signed some stupid form for severance; called outplacement service; called unemployment (38-minute wait on phone).

12:00 p.m. - called unemployment again (25-minute wait on phone)

12:00 - 1:00 p.m. - back on FB

1:00 p.m. - Emptied dishwasher and made tuna sandwich; called unemployment again. Cursed like a sailor.

1:45 p.m. - Fell asleep on sofa

2:08 p.m. - Woke to phone call from recruiter (not a good way to wake up or take the call)

3:00 p.m. - Back on FB. Waiting for hubby to come home.

3:45 p.m. - After telling friend what I did today, which I thought was nothing, decided to write down positive steps I take each day to finding another job:

* Talked to recruiter
* Called outplacement
* Called unemployment (will call again later)
* Returned separation letter
* Thought about opening a consignment store with cousin

Hubby's home! Yay!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Chapter 2 - Starting Over...Again

You know, everyone has a chapter 2. Mine began when my husband starting screwing my best friend...or at least when I found out. Having started over nearly 3 years ago, I bought my own house (after crashing at my cousin's for three months, bless her), went on Match.com, found me a husband and got a stellar job at the corporate headquarters of Dunkin' Donuts and Baskin-Robbins.

Okay, so maybe I did fall down the stairs the first day (well, the first hour) of my new job - I still contend it was the Starbucks gods reminding me who was boss - but it was a great job with great people. Seriously, everyone's hopped up on caffeine and sugar...how bad could it be?

Yeah...today I got laid off. So did a lot of my friends. I know it wasn't personal; it was business, and I was expendable. Honestly, the worst part was saying goodbye to my friends. It's rare to find a largish group of people who work together all day, can tell each other to STFU and still sincerely like each other.

Although I cried all the way home, I realized that the schmo (I say that lovingly) who sat behind me has it worse. With a two-year-old and a baby on the way, he's got a little more to worry about. And he will; he's wicked anal.

So I called my cousin - the aforementioned boarding house marm - and told her she had her coffee buddy back for the summer. Our first stop? Starbucks. Why piss off the gods even more? With caffeine, all is possible.