Today my husband lost his job and we joined the 6 million people who have been laid-off. Good times. I suppose this should be categorized under "information not to be put on your blog," but this is my little corner to vent, and it is a form of a diary. Plus, a wealthy person could read this and adopt us. What is bothering us is the fact that the owner of this company promised this would not happen when he asked my husband to come back after the first lay-off a few years ago. No, we didn't believe he would keep his word, but some part of us did, and wanted to believe in honour and truth.
I deal with things like this with avoidance, sarcasm, and humor, but I am screaming inside. What hurt last time and will for this one is the insurance. I work part-time and fear for my own job. There isn't enough work there to increase my hours like I did the last time he was out of work. So, I cannot provide insurance and we have to pay for Cobra, which is $1,000 a month. Perhaps I could start painting Batman peg dolls and sell them for $5 a piece. I would only have to sell 335 a month to pay for our insurance or 10 a day. There is a huge demand for painted peg dolls - right? (this is the sarcasm part)
At least we can find comfort in knowing that we are not alone. We will be o.k., it's just scary and I would like to see a period of calm in my life where things are predictable, but I'm starting to believe life is not like that. Things I can do for money; beg my boss Monday to promise I have a job for at least a few months or longer, peg dolls, sell the Japanese fabric I just bought like a recession crazed fool, blog advertising - (does this work or do people actually have to read your blog?), professional fabric selector, or sell our clutter on Ebay. Maybe this is all for the best, and because we will be stuck in the house, we will not catch Swine Flu. Hmm, positive thinking training coach! Bleh.