Damn.It’s been a hell of a week.
I’ve purposely disappeared from the interwebs for a while since the Spouse lost his job.
Yeah, you read that right. The Spouse is one of many victims of the shitty economy. We both know quite a few people who are unemployed. We were really hoping that it wouldn’t happen to us, but it did.
I hate being unemployed, and I hate it when I hear of someone else being unemployed. I’ve been there so many damn times the unemployment office knew me on a first name basis for a while. For several years, I had a curse of shutting down businesses or forcing them to pack up and move to other states.
Therefor, when I hear of anyone I know getting shit-canned, my heart sinks and my stomach lurches. So when it happened to the Spouse, it was even worse. Multiply those heart and stomach things by 10.
But in a way it was kind of a relief. The Spouse’s job had become toxic and it seemed like every month or so they were letting someone else go. We were worried that the Spouse’s turn might be coming next. Well, unfortunately, we were right.
Now every time we get slow at my job, I almost go into panic mode. Hell, I’d be willing to empty garbage cans and sweep floor if it means keeping my job.
So I haven’t exactly been my usual happy, cynical, sarcastic, lovable self. I didn’t want to talk about it and just wanted to crawl into a cave and disappear. And, dear readers (all 5 of ya) I didn’t want that evil spreading its gnarly fingers thru the interwebs onto your monitor and into your brains.
Plus I see this morning that Lux Interior of The Cramps died. Fuck. That fucking sucks. I liked The Cramps. I regret I never got to see them perform live. Damn.
I find myself saying fuck and damn a lot lately.
Oh, and that mega-ice storm that goose-stepped thru Kentucky last week? I guess I should count our blessings in that we were some of the few folks who didn’t lose power. But our backyard looks like the military has been testing missiles in it. We have one, ONE, full size tree in our backyard that lost a couple of branches. But all of our surrounding neighbors have a fuck-ton of trees, so guess where most of them landed?
Looks like we’ll be having a little chainsaw party this weekend.
On the note of counting those blessings, the Spouse, bless his heart, jumped right into job hunting immediately and has been busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest making calls, sending emails and posting resumes. And his work has paid off already. He’s got a temp job lined up to start Monday. It’s a hell of a pay cut, but dammit, it’s a JOB.
In the meantime we’re gonna cut out all unnecessary spending and start tightening out budget belts on everything else. Guess I’ll go back to being a coupon-cutting fanatic.
So to all of you poor unemployed slobs, my heart goes out to you and I hope things get better for everyone. And to you, Lux, you crazy, sexy, wild, psychobilly son-of-a-bitch, we’ll miss you terribly. Say hi to Elvis for me, ‘kay?
