Trading carrots for chocolate pudding since 2012.
A funny thing happened to me last Friday afternoon around 3 o’clock.
I was laid off…
The worst part is I didn’t really do anything to deserve getting the axe. I didn’t sleep on the job, never laundered money and avoided sleeping with the boss’s wife and daughter. Nope, the move was based purely on the lack of resources and funds my small organization had at its disposal.
So now I’m in my late 20s with a wife, two cats and a mortgage… sans income.
Theoretically, I could join the 58-year old family business and go to work with my father at the deli on Main Street. But there are two main problems with that: 1) I’m my own man! I want to blaze my own trail, not follow in somebody else’s footsteps!; and 2) My family doesn’t own a deli on Main Street. Hell, my family doesn’t even own a deli.
I’d be lying if I told you it’s not a stressful situation. Hollywood and TV shows always led us to believe that, by 28, we’d be well on our way thanks to a successful career in the field we love. Ain’t that a crock of shit? The real world always has a funny way of bringing us back to reality – whether it’s a tragedy that hits close to home, a death in the family or some unexpected bad news.
Also, thanks to the good timing of my dismissal, I now get to compete for vacant job positions with thousands and thousands of recent college graduates who can be hired at a much lower income than me. Terrific.
Gotta love the real world. Damn I miss high school and college.
Anyway, if you’d like to donate to the newly-created The Way Is Broke Fund, please let me know in the comments section below. Donations will be accepted in the form of cash money and booze. Thank you.