All I can do right now it hunt, peck, tap keys and attach resumes... I know what I want to do, but I wish it wasn't so untimely. Regrettably, I had plans. I'm bummed on one front, but incredibly liberated on the other. If it wasn't for the dire need for little green pieces of paper to pay for things, items and tasks, I'd be all set. I'm pretty cheap, so I can stretch my reserves, but Ditech, P.U.D. and C.O.B.R.A. have demands on my resources.
It's bleak out there right now. Despite being educated, healthy and white, I can't lock up a gig for the life of me. Six weeks of happy hunting and I'm on a few short lists. While the clock is ticking, I can't help but agonize over having blown a good gig. The money and benefits were fantastic, but the bullshit was uber deep. After having lunch with a former colleague today I realize even more the depth of my mistake. What type of asshole gets fired during a depression? This asshole.
I'm not getting married anytime soon. The plan for kids is put on the back burner. I'm trying to move forward, but feel railroaded, for sure.
Any way you slice it, I fucked up. That is the deal. The ball is in my court.
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