Now I've gone and done it...

On Tuesday I managed to become a statistic, joining the ranks of the upteen million people who are now currently unemployed. It's a scary thought- I've got just enough cash in the bank to pay rent- and then nothing.

I'm wavering between relief that I'll never (I hope) have to deal with my douche bag manager again and straight up panic about how to pay the bills until I can get back on my feet. Unemployment benefits are my only hope and even that is an unsure proposition due to the unsavory manner in which I left my former employer. Luckily just as I was walking out the door I managed a quick copy and paste of several emails that should support my approval should the company decide to contest what I feel I so rightfully deserve.

Normally I wouldn't even blink- I'm the a prime example of reinvention, however the media does nothing but report stories- unemployment, recession, homelessness- that make even the strongest root of my confidence shake.

Add to the the proposition of school restarting and all the associated cost for that first month, which I have lovingly dubbed "Extortion Month" and it all rounds up to a dollar figure that makes me want to go home and turn on a gas burner and fall asleep.

That, friends, is a joke but my fear isn't, it's rooted in the deepest of all emotion- flight or fight. I'd prefer to fight but right now I just can't figure out how I can do it in the time I need to.

On the upside of all of this is the fact that I will now have more time (on borrowed computers) to do what I love, which is write. Hopefully that will be my saving grace.