…of my emotional sky. And it’s a sad shade of blue.
Feel free to insert any Donovan jokes here.
It’s almost been a whopping 2 months since I was laid off, but man, no one told me about the depression. How do you year-long people manage/survive?! The boredom I was expecting and was well versed in by friends, but the depression… If it weren’t for the car payments and the Cymbalta, I’d have a very faint grasp of…well, whatever it is that is the opposite of my current state of doom.
I find it’s not the rejection or the lack of response from postings after emailing them back a few times. It’s the lack of interaction with society as a whole. Sure, I hated the public as much as the next person. But when you don’t even have an asshole yelling at you over the phone because they didn’t get a suite for their Hotwire booking, you kind of miss it.
Hell, I even miss the annoying co-workers in separate offices who have absolutely no idea that they’re sending print requests of porn to the color printer right next to my desk.
Normally I’d take this opportunity to visit museums and state parks, but because I do not have any income at the moment, I have to put that idea on hold. Libraries are my friend, but lack the level of interaction that I’m looking for.
I don’t mean to beg, but if you’ve got a spare moment during the day and could say hello, please do. (Wow, I feel like an old lady stuck at the retirement home asking for this.) Sometimes I feel like I was tucked away with the silver to be presented on special occasions, but I can still entertain you during regular ol’ pizza night.
And thanks for listening if you made it this far.