Well, it has now been almost three months since I joined the ranks of the unemployed, and began this blog.
It was, if anyone remembers, to be a look at being unemployed. I was optimistic that I would be able to chronicle the search for a job and pass that information to someone else who finds himself or herself in the same position. Of course, my idea was predicated on the notion that I would
get a job. Hence, a successful conclusion.
So, why haven’t I kept up with the blog? Well, to put it succinctly, because it is boring. Yep, unemployment is largely a boring exercise.
I mean, really, it is the middle of winter. You cannot cut the grass or work outside because nothing is growing. You cannot even shovel because there is none of the white stuff in this the year without a winter.
You could take a nap, but as of yet I have not been able to bring myself to do so.
I try to entertain myself by working on my painting skills: landscapes, portraits, attempts at the abstract. But all this does is remind me why I never painted in the first place. I cannot paint.
Writing is still a part of my life, and something I do almost every day. I am a believer in the axiom that what we do not use, we lose.
However, at fifty-eight, I am beginning to wonder if there is a need for my particular skill set. The paper from which I was laid off has continued its forward momentum and some of my former comrades will soon find themselves in the unemployment queue. I have blanketed my state with resumes, but I seem to not have the requirements needed to get hired in this day and age. Those requirements seem to be that you are freshly graduated and willing to accept an annual salary of one thousand dollars for every year of your life – as long as you are not more than twenty-four years old.
Oh well, perhaps a nap is in order.
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