In what seems to be another chapter in my hellish life, I find myself, once again, losing my job.
This would be the third time in my life I have been in this situation (with the fault lying in myself at times) and I don’t think I’ll be able to land on my feet as easily as last time.
I firmly believe that job hunting is the worst experience a person can go through and now I have to do it again.
I’m really scared this time. My apartment is more expensive now than the last time, I don’t have as much (practically none) of a cushion when it comes to seed money, I also don’t have near as much credit on my cards that I did last time. I was in this job for barely 6 months and I wasn’t paid all that particularly much…certainly not enough to dig myself out of the hole I was already in
And you know the worst part? I feel so bad for Ms. Cups. I seem to do this to her all the time and it’s not fair to her. It’s not fair that I have to put her through this. We have pretty much all of the down payments on the things for our wedding, and the actual date is literally a year out, but I just want to provide for her. I want to be able to get her nice things, and pay for the wedding, and contribute so much more than I do and it feels like all she does is carry me all the time. Everything I do in life I do for her. I try and I try and I just seem to be cursed with the bad luck of having nothing going right for me.
So here’s to hoping something is out there. Here’s to hoping this period of unemployment lasts as short as the last one and not as long as the second one. And give a big “here’s” to lovely Ms. Cups who is always so strong for me in these situations and, for some unknown reason, still loves me as much as she does.
