Due in equal part to a prank and a boss with no sense of humor (or respect for employees), Matt lost his job in May. He currently amuses himself during the day by perusing the job boards, playing email tag with recruiters and killing people in whatever video game he’s playing these days. I spend my days working in a specialty pharmacy and worrying about how I’m going to pay the bills and, gulp, rent when Matt’s payout from his old job dwindles down to nothing.
I’m a stresser and a pessimist, so these things come naturally to me. Unfortunately, I have an overactive imagination and a strange inability to block out the negativity. Scarlett O’Hara I am not. We won’t deal with this another day because, dammit, today is here and today, we’re almost to the breaking point. The situation hasn’t gotten too terribly grim just yet, but it will soon if things don’t brighten up, and if they do, there’s no telling where my mind will go. Thanks, economy. I love this new life of monetary fear that I’m being forced to lead.
To be honest, nothing much has occupied my time besides worrying about money and trying desperately to hide that worry from Matt. I don’t really talk to him about my fears because I know he’s stressed enough on his own and I likewise haven’t blogged about it because, newsflash! , he reads the blog. I even went through the stages of grief when he lost his job and managed to hide it relatively well. For someone like me, who wears my emotions on my face, that’s kind of a big deal.
Sadly, this is all I can bring myself to write for now. I should be spending more time looking for part-time jobs and less time worrying about my monthly stats.
