faulker009

You may want to sit down for this one, because this one could get a little heavy. From the moment I started writing a blog on my journey through unemployment, I’ve tried to be as honest as humanly possible. (Of course, the blog is anonymous, so I guess I’ve managed to leave out one little detail.) I’ve always tried to express exactly how I’m feeling through this miserable roller coaster ride, whether its a good day or a bad minute. Well, this morning I am throwing a pity party and you are invited. Let me cut to the chase. I’m really starting to believe that I will never get a job again. At least not a job in the industry that I called home for 25 years. I’ve never asked for sympathy and I’m not about to start now, but I’m just expressing the sinking feeling that is on my mind this morning. Whatever took place two weeks ago might as well be two years ago at this point. Yes, that phone could ring at any moment, but I’m pretty worn out from the shoulda, coulda, woulda. I feel like I’v...

Saturday has quickly become my least favorite day of the week. Of course, when I working, the weekend used to be the best time – a time to catch up on the busy week and just enjoy the precious time with my wife and kids. Now, as a member of the unemployed, Saturday is a time to re-live the misery of the previous five days as we analyze my wounds. It usually starts first thing in the morning, with my wife going over a checklist of how the week went. Update on the kids. Check. Update on her work. Check. Maybe a chat about a movie or something in the news. Check. But the whole time, I hear a clock ticking in my head, like I am watching 60 Minutes. Then, as it always does, BOOM -- a bold , underlined , italicized reminder that I am unemployed. Let me make one point very clear, my wife has been the most supportive person during this miserable episode – constantly giving me a positive face and positive reminders of what we have. I know she means well and genuinely understands t...