I am pretending today is Monday since I was Debbie Downer yesterday. My friends and family tell me it is okay to have bad days but seriously I was annoying myself. No I wasn’t ready to pull a Sylvia Plath, but I needed to do some to get out of my self-imposed funk.
A lot of things hit me yesterday — money, bills, realizations about life, the universe and everything. It was a very Dave Eggers day — self reflection FTW! Too bad I couldn’t find any repeats of the Real World San Francisco that would have been the salt on the fries . No worries, I’ll work on that later this week because nothing says I’m okay with unemployment like watching Ethan Hawke be the first, and dare I say best, cool unemployed kid. Love, unemployment and 90s grunge. Gives me a bit of hope, and great fashion advice too.
After pulling myself together I came to another realization. I need to call my other credit card companies. Before I was so good at life. I had the whole honesty thing with my one credit card company and called my student loans but I put off calling the other ones. It was like some deal that I’d some how magically get a job if I didn’t call them all. Needless to say it was dumb and I hope I didn’t destroy my credit too much. I am working on staying on this money wagon, and really looking to see what I need to do to stay on track so I can exist beyond the unemployment girl.
There are lot of lessons I’ve been learning about life, and maybe more importantly about myself, through my trek in unemployment. I keep hoping for the morning when I wake up and I am naturally good at life, and angsty teenage Rachel is left back in the 90s where she belongs. Until then I’ll have Ethan on demand, and maybe a gas card.
A quick and special thanks to Alina Dizik from the Wall Street Journal who reached out to me and other people who are writing about their unemployment. We may be unemployed but at least people are caring and listening. And another post ending in a group hug. Someday I may learn like to hugs after all.
