If This Were a Job, I would be Fired
Monday, 30. October 2006, 17:52:37
I may be a lovable rogue, but my follow-through sucks.
I really seem to have a problem finishing the story of my relocation to Texas. It's affecting me as a blogger. The guilt I feel about not finishing compounded with the feeling of responsibility I now have to finish it has made me not want to post at all. This leads to feelings on inadequacy, self-doubt and by Sunday, I was under the bed clutching my daughter's security blanket and weeping.
It is clear that I have to simply finish the story quickly so we call all move and i may return to writing boring posts that no one reads. Here it is.
We last left off with the economy tanking due to the gluttonous nature of the dreaded Internet Industry. I was one of the many victims suffering a lay off from a rather high paying job.
Now, life may suck but it certainly isn't short on comedy. The evening i8 Lost my job, the wife happened to take a pregnancy test. I'm sitting at my computer and have finally managed to calm myself down about being unemployed when she walks in the room and says;
"Dude, you are never going to be believe this shit."
She hands me a test which of course, is positive. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, hand it back to her and say;
"Go piss on another one."
Well as you can imagine, all three tests taken that evening came back with the same results and it will forever go down in history that we learned that we were pregnant with our daughter the same evening I lost my job.
I was unable to find work the entire time my wife was pregnant. I was about to set myself on fire when one week after Mathilda's birth, I landed a pretty groovy job. All was well and the process of repairing the fiscal damage could begin.
I worked at my new job for about a month when some assholes decided to crash a couple of planes in my back yard. That was a total drag.
About a year later, the economy was continuing to spiral into the toilet and Spet. 11th wasn't helping things in New York. Finally, I found myself at the business end of yet another lay-off and spent another year with no steady work. At first, I was able to score enough freelance work to keep everything together but as time went on, most of the freelance work began to go dry. Eventualy, I found myself with no work at all, no income and no real prospects. The tech industry in New York was so bad that at one point, out of everyone i knew in the industry only 2 had full time jobs. Every interview I went to put me up against all of my friends.
It was getting very bad. All the repairs made to my financial life were obliterated and we had blown through all of the money we had saved just to survive. We reached the point where we had rent and bills but no money to pay them with.
Finally, my wonderful in-laws suggested that we just say the hell with it, move to Texas and live with them until we got on our feet. We made the decision to go for it and three weeks later, we were on our way. We have been here ever since.
There you have it. My tale is not a pretty one but one I am sure you have heard before. Now that it is told, I can move on with my life and post without guilt.
Well, all I can say is...I'm happy you're here in Houston!!! My life here at a company I am not mentioning would not have been as great without you here.
By anonymous user, # 30. October 2006, 18:57:30
By margbm2, # 30. October 2006, 22:49:29
By Kingsmob77, # 2. November 2006, 22:12:25
I'm with Teri! We're glad that you're here in Houston. Smoke breaks wouldn't be so entertaining without you!!!!
By anonymous user, # 3. November 2006, 03:06:49