I was dumped, twice, all in the span of six months. That’s what I’d call a winner, but really that kind of stigma sticks with a girl. I mean what does it say about me that can’t keep it together with Mr. Employment?
From the ups to the downs, these past six months have been a roller coaster of emotions. From the stages of relationships — denial, frustration, back to early puppy love — break-ups suck. Over the past few weeks I’ve been talking to my friends about the end of my relationship with unemployment, or how I got sucked in to giving Mr. Unemployment another chance at love. I don’t know how he weaseled his way back in. He was late on payments, he never called, but to give him some credit he did enable me to explore life beyond work. I just wish he’d finance my trip to travel to Brazil and Argentina. Somethings I guess are too much to ask for.
My friends and I are going through similar life changes, although some of my friends are going through break-ups with people and not jobs. We talk about the similarities in our emotions and feelings that come with the loss — job or person. I can’t help but feel guilty that I’m feeling emotions over a job. It was just a job. Yes, it was a loss but this is just another lesson in my life that shows me what matters in the end is building a sense of self separate from a job. I do have feelings of loss and frustration but the minute I remind myself that it was a job and that I can find something else — the more grounded I feel. So Mr. Employment, cheers to you. Tonight you’ll treat me to a bottle of red wine. We won’t have a lot of time together, trust me on that, so let’s have fun while it lasts.
