I was suppose to start this blog 15 months ago. 15 months ago I was laid-off. 15 months later I'm finally sitting down and writing it. So you're saying to yourself, "Why did it take you so long to start this blog?" To be perfectly honest I don't know. Scared to write it down. By writing it down it makes it that more real. But, this is my realty, I still haven't found a job and I've used ever avenue in the book to find one. No stone has been left un-turned.
I promised myself that this would be a humorous blog about being laid-off. I hope that is what it becomes. I can't guarantee that I might not go off on a tangent and start adding some negative stuff in, but I will do my best to make this light-hearted and a good read.
So I looked up the word laid-off in the dictionary. Of course the on-line dictionary I used doesn't have the word laid-off, but it does have the verb laid...this is what it says, "to cause to be in a particular state or condition". I can definitely say that when I was told I was being laid-off my "state" of mind was disbelief, my condition was "I need a drink."
My mind was racing a mile a minute at this point and I was told to go home and come back in two days. I was told on a Tuesday and was to return on Thursday only to have my last day the next day, Friday November 7th. A day that will live in infamy for me. I'm surprised I actually got home that day, that my brain was actually functioning. The last time I felt like that was when I had taken the Series 7 for my stockbroker's license and having finished the test walked out onto the streets of Chicago and realized I had no clue where I was. My whole world on the November 7 came crashing down on me, actually it was more of those slow motion down spirals with a hint of the Charlie Brown teacher voice. Hey, I worked in entertainment. Everything is a show.
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