LOST
I hope everyone has seen the great new show built around the concept of a Lord of the Flies meets Gilligan's Freaky Island. It's the good shit.
I also, thinking of the show, revert to the past 3 months of my existence. What I will commonly refer to as my Dark Period. Where I had no job, everything was tense and a struggle, and the world basically wasn't doing me any favors. Every day something new and worrying would arise, and the simple act of getting groceries could cause major headaches/heartaches and stress.
Now while I'm finally coming out of the dark shell that was that period, I'm certainly not out of the woods yet. Having cut yourself off from income for three months will destroy your credit and cause headaches which probably won't work themselves out until sometime next year. This goes without saying that I've had plenty of calls from creditors, and no they weren't asking how I was doing.
It feels as if I lost an entire season. The days went from bright, hot, and sunny, to cold and empty. The leaves dead on the trees, the bite of the breeze. The time seems to have simply slipped away from me, lost to the awful wind. I love Fall, its my favorite time of year, and when there is no employment and no income to waste doing activities outdoors, it seems as though I simply didn't have one this year. As if it went on sabbattical, to await better outcomes next year.
While I'm very thankful to be in my new position, I do wish the process had been sped up. Each day it seemed as though this was the time when the job opportunity would arise, and when this place would call and finally stop stalling. And when it did came, it was just in time. I'm one of those lucky bastards who gets windfalls when he desperately needs one, and the final windfall I landed on a safe place from which to build from.
What is the real tragedy in all this is that I never heard from one of my previous coworkers, not a single one. I guess that tells you about me, or tells you plenty about them, I'm not sure which. I've had plenty of post-work get togethers with almost all of them, yet the communication just never came. Such is life I suppose, and life moves on. I've moved on, and I wish those guys the best. Particularly the one heading to Iraq in a month or so. Good luck, don't get shot.
I also, thinking of the show, revert to the past 3 months of my existence. What I will commonly refer to as my Dark Period. Where I had no job, everything was tense and a struggle, and the world basically wasn't doing me any favors. Every day something new and worrying would arise, and the simple act of getting groceries could cause major headaches/heartaches and stress.
Now while I'm finally coming out of the dark shell that was that period, I'm certainly not out of the woods yet. Having cut yourself off from income for three months will destroy your credit and cause headaches which probably won't work themselves out until sometime next year. This goes without saying that I've had plenty of calls from creditors, and no they weren't asking how I was doing.
It feels as if I lost an entire season. The days went from bright, hot, and sunny, to cold and empty. The leaves dead on the trees, the bite of the breeze. The time seems to have simply slipped away from me, lost to the awful wind. I love Fall, its my favorite time of year, and when there is no employment and no income to waste doing activities outdoors, it seems as though I simply didn't have one this year. As if it went on sabbattical, to await better outcomes next year.
While I'm very thankful to be in my new position, I do wish the process had been sped up. Each day it seemed as though this was the time when the job opportunity would arise, and when this place would call and finally stop stalling. And when it did came, it was just in time. I'm one of those lucky bastards who gets windfalls when he desperately needs one, and the final windfall I landed on a safe place from which to build from.
What is the real tragedy in all this is that I never heard from one of my previous coworkers, not a single one. I guess that tells you about me, or tells you plenty about them, I'm not sure which. I've had plenty of post-work get togethers with almost all of them, yet the communication just never came. Such is life I suppose, and life moves on. I've moved on, and I wish those guys the best. Particularly the one heading to Iraq in a month or so. Good luck, don't get shot.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Links to this post:
Create a Link
<< Home