So
I'm a lousy blogger....
If
today is the first day of the rest of my life, I enter that life in a
deluge of emotion. I am simultaneously angry, confused, scared and
depressed. “Why?” one might ask. Perhaps a little history is
warranted here.
In
February of 2011, I was laid off from the best job anyone could hope
for. It was a job which I loved. I loved what I did. I loved the
challenges, I loved the work. I couldn't wait to get to work every
morning. I had weekends that seemed too long to get back to that job.
I was an Architectural Designer for an eclectic firm which allowed
for all kinds of design.
The
time between February 2011 and May 2011 was a difficult transition
into unemployment. However, I found a job – in a city 260 miles
away from home, well below my technical skill in drafting and well
below the pay rate for that skill. It was a job – of which I did
not enjoy. Indeed by the time I was again laid off in April of 2012 –
I had learned to loath that particular organization and what it
represented in my life. It was simply a place which I worked of which
I had no positive emotional tie. Since then I have been chronically
unemployed. I have searched long and hard, wide and far... and simply
put, no one is building, meaning no one is in need of an
Architectural Designer.
The
last three months has been a roller coaster of sorts. I had a glimmer
of light. This glimmer took shape as the possibility to be a set
designer for a Major Motion Picture (that's right a movie). There has
been several dates which it was promised that the investors of this
movie would have their funds available to start this movie
production. Each one of those dates failed, meaning that the movie
was put on hold as to accommodate the moving of funds to the
production. Yesterday, the final coming to Jesus moment came with the
investors. They pulled out. The production as of now is shut down. I
again am unemployed.
There
is another little glimmer of hope, just enough to tease the thought
that I might have a job with this production. There is another source
of funding which our producer is chasing and is meeting with even as
I write this blog. It's “The pitch” meeting to see if this
investor is interested in the project. If he is, then several more
meetings to get all the lawyers together and all the legalease
contracts in place.
In
the mean time, I get to float in limbo. It's been this roller coaster
which I now find myself asking some poignant questions. Like:
“Why
does life continue to kick me in the balls, just as soon as I start
to stand up on my own two feet?” or “Why can't I get a single
success in my life?”
I
mean I feel like a perpetual failure, unable to provide for my
family. Depression and mood swings are a constant companion, of which
my family is tired. I was informed by my wife that this round of
hopelessness she will not put up with “your pity party.” Well
excuse the hell out of me. I can't control it. Every time I try, I
get knocked back 5 yards, dog piled on, kicked several times in the
groin, then stabbed in the kidneys with a shiv. Every time she tells
me that I can't help but think that the world would have been much
better off without me in it.
Here's
the kicker... Since I am unemployed, I have no health insurance. So
if it is a chemical imbalance which is acerbated by chronic
unemployment, I can't do an damn thing about it. I can't afford to
get medical help. Hell I can't even afford to go to the doctor to
refill my medication for my asthma and or diabetes. So what to do?
Beats
me. I have no idea. None. I have done all I my power to get employed
and failed spectacularly. I can't even get a hamburger flipper job as
I am constantly reminded that I am “over qualified” for the
position which means, “we know you can do this job, but also know
that you are gone the first time there's a better job for you, so we
are not going to spend the money on you for your training since you
will quit someday anyway.”
Even
better is now Obamacare is enacted. A nice little side effect which
is now plaguing the country is people are not hiring full time
anymore. In fact, there are reports of certain jobs went form full
time to part time to prevent the mandated health care law to provide
health care for full time employees.
The
more I think about this latest turn of events, the darker I feel. My
wife is refusing to want to talk about it. Her only advise is to
“just snap out of it.” If it was just that simple. It feels like
a burden which pulls my shoulders down. I am disheartened. I just
want to be numb, since that would be an improvement of what I feel
now.
Anyone
have some suggestions?