It’s time to write another blog post. Life is still in limbo. I have now been unemployed for over 8 months now. It is starting to get scary. I’m starting to get anxious about the whole thing. The longer I am unemployed the harder it becomes to find permanent work. I haven’t been a complete lazy ass. I worked off and on (1 or 2 days a week) for 2 to 3 of those months for my former employer as a construction monitor. I did a week long survey with a former co-worker at his company. And I spent about 2 months landscaping my parents backyard. I changed my diet (got mostly healthy) and lost 20 pounds. I also installed hardwood floors in my house! That seems so long ago now.
I’ll be working the next 2 weeks for my former employer again. I’ve just been out for so long now that I find that I just don’t want to do anything. It is getting harder to get out of bed in the morning... or more like noon. It is hard to even get motivated to mow my own lawn, do laundry, or even get dressed.
I seem to go through a few weeks of deep depression, then a few weeks getting out of it, and a few days of motivated work looking for jobs or fixing things around the house, and then I slip right back into the depression.
I think I am more frustrated with myself than I am with the economy and my lack of a fulltime job. I can’t seem to make any decisions about my future. I have a feeling that for me to successfully transition out of archaeology and into something else will take a lot longer than I want it to. I want it to be instantaneous. It will, in reality, take going back to school and/or several jobs over the course of years to acquire the necessary skills needed. That thought just makes me want to curl up in a ball and never leave my bed again. It is like starting over. It is starting over. To become an archaeologist, it took going to 4 different colleges over the course of 4 years. We can add the 6 years it took to get my BA in English when I thought I was going to be a famous and wealthy author, if you want. Will it take that long again? I have greater responsibility now. I was living rent free then, and only worried about paying school loans and tuition.
Oh to be young and free again. I’m not old yet, I know. Unless you’re talking to a teenager. I know I am complaining. I certainly don’t have it that bad. I have unemployment benefits, a healthy body, a working car, a roof over my head, and food. I am not in danger of loosing any of these things. And if I did, I have the support of my family to help me. There are many people worse off. Now I feel guilty for complaining! Ugh, the perils of being the offspring of my parents (the guilt is strong in our blood).
Tomorrow’s goal is to get out of bed before noon, and spend some time outside in the sunshine. The sun is good for my melancholy.
DITTO !! I have, and am still walking the same road, with the same feelings, and on most days struggling to accomplish what I know I must do to try to change the outcome. The difference is the age.. the probabilty of losing 'everything' and as you stated, knowing what course is best to take...to let go, or hang on a little longer. Fear for the future is not scary,but 'numbing'..and yes the guilt of lack of motivation...and wondering how this can happen to someone who has worked so hard and tried to do all the right things the right way. So many people are stunned to find themselves in the same boat...So when I think of'why me'...my spirit say'why not me'..because the reality is it's happening to good, hard working people across our nation and we're all in disbelief it could happen to us. Thanks for putting words to something I've not said out loud to anyone. I will lift you up in prayer...remember me too.
I understand! It took 5 months and moving to Seattle to find a job. California is a horrible place to look for employment right now because of the high unemployment rate... Can't say if that will make you feel any better. I was gull on depressed, rarely got out of bed but sent resume after resume and cover letter after cover letter everyday until I swear I would just have it tattooed on my body! But a break did happen! So keep hope and keep doing...you even lost weight while I gained it, so good on you.
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