I ™ve done it. I ™ve hit the wall. Didn't see this coming. And I thought things were going so well. Guess it had to happen at some point. After all, it's been a while since the lay-off and lots of things have happened.
My enthusiasm has left the building. I ™m tired of networking, bored with looking, frustrated with consulting despite that it was my dream opportunity. How did this happen? What's going on? Maybe it's really the flu. Nope, no fever, so that can't be it.
Hubby wanders in to find me staring off into space, TV blaring to some inane daytime show. He tries to coax me out of the funk, but it's too late. Mr. Funk and I are BFF's now, and we vow to hold on to this feeling as long as possible. We're holding a full-blown pity party. Too bad I didn't send out invitations for others to join us. Oh well; that would mean getting interested in something and using energy.
What's happening to me? This is not who I am. I ™m the problem solver, the one who figures out the next greatest move and acts on it. And if I can't act on it, I at least share it with someone who can.
Too many coffee meetings. Too much time to read about unemployment rates, the poor economy and the sad state of the Kardashians. Poor beautiful rich girls. Life just isn't fair, is it?
If we believed what the media told us in January, the unemployment rate decreased slightly and we should have been jumping for joy. The skeptic in me, as well as an informal focus group of my friends, said that things were not that rosy in the job market. I ™m not sure where the media gets these stats. And now, a quick scan of the paper indicates more lay-offs both locally and abroad.
Despite such news, I keep trying to stay positive. I head outside to sit by the pool for a bit, convinced that some vitamin D from the sun will help chase Mr. Funk away. Unfortunately, I misjudged the sun and got more than I needed so now I ™m doing my lobster imitation.
Maybe I just need a break from everything; a change of scenery. We ™ve got a vacation planned and hopefully that will do the trick. Just getting away from it all; sitting under a cabana at a different pool, with people waiting on me all day while I catch up on all my fashion magazines.
I ™m going with a positive attitude, that I will come back refreshed with a different outlook. And if I happen to run into the Kardashians while I ™m there, I may just ask if they have any job openings. After all, it would be fun to hang with the rich and famous.
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