Day three of unemployment:
Today is the day. I sleep past my normal 6:30 a.m. wake up call and feel the relief of not having to get up. I can't help but smile to myself. Yeah, I'm unemployed, but I'm also wearing flip flops and a tattered t-shirt. The lake (Erie) is all glisteny and I actually have time to enjoy it.
Right now, I think to myself, only slightly nostalgic, my compadres are scrambling to get out a paper. Right now, they're in a meeting hearing about the cuts that were made last week and grumbling to themselves as the leadership assures those left that the company will rebound.
I file for unemployment. It's fine. Somewhat simple process. But since I was technically let go instead of laid off, there has to be an investigation. My panic is at low-level simmer. What if it doesn't go through - the thought lingers.
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