I know it's been forever . . .
May 10th I was laid off from my job of over 9 1/2 years. That really hurts. And I haven't looked for work since 1996, so I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't even know how to write a resume. I haven't been unemployed since 1994, so this is really weird.
It feels good to write about this. I don't care if no one ever reads it. It's just good to get it out. I feel lighter. I've only told a few people. The idea of calling my friends and family and telling them I've lost my job is just not something I can handle.
I've done some things in the last couple of weeks I can feel good about: I've been working out at least at three times a week at the gym at the pool, trying to get in better shape. I can feel the difference. My son and I went to the beach Saturday, and I climbed to the top of the sand dune at Cape Kiwanda; I've never done that before. The only other time I even tried, I only made it 2/3 of the way (or less) before I was too beat to climb another step. I'm really proud of my accomplishment. It's a big deal for me. If I can do that, I can find a new job.