Day 325: I have woke up many mornings since my last post. Some mornings it was hard to wake up since I had not slept yet. Sleep is for the week we will get all we need when we are dead. In the 324 days before today I have made more cakes and cupcakes than one person should make. I sit here in the living room with no TV on staring out a window like a prisoner longing for his freedom. My health has sucked since I have been in the previous 324 days. My eyes have gotten twice as bad, vertigo, arthritis, you name it. The doctors should give me frequent flyer miles since I have seen them more since Nov. 12th of last year than I have the past 5 years combined. Apparently working myself like a dog kept me healthy. Anti Depressants, pain killers, and sleep meds galore. Yes there are some mornings I wondered what my own name was. Every day I wake up I give my cat a bath, drink my pot of coffee and spend the rest of my day speaking to my cats as if they were people. Anti-socialism does that to a person. I understand Tom Hanks character in Castaway so much better after sitting here for 325 days. I have been unemployed so long now Lindsey Lohan is actually being commended on becoming a better person. Wtf? As you can see there are no paragraphs on this post. Don’t judge me and get over it. For 325 days now my life has just kind of blended together so, I post as I live. I have reached Tier two of EUC ( Emergency Unemployment Compensation), I have watched my savings drain, while feeling helpless to stop it. I have watched my wife put a brave face on and pretend everything was going to be ok. I lost my smile, I lost my sense of humor. I searched every day to find them but, could not. Feeling like a failure has caused many a person to just give up and quit. I did not give up nor quit. I put a fake smile on and I pushed forward with hope. Hope that slowly over time diminished. I started eyeing up bridges that were close to porta-potties so if things got much worse I could say at least we had indoor plumbing. So many resumes, so little responses. Due to the amount of resumes I have submitted, so many trees had to be killed that there is a little tribe of pigmies somewhere in the rain forest that no longer have a village. I had a pumpkin patch going with mucho pumpkins only to one day go out and see they were mostly all gone. I also had an egg tree that the egg was stolen off of. Through investigation it was discovered it was one of the crazy bastards that live in the apartments behind us. I (who hates talking to neighbors) immediately went over and made sure the bastards new to stay off my property. Still have my weekly breakfasts at Georges (a very few were missed along the way) which did provide me with some much needed social interaction. It felt like visitation day. There is not much else to say. The life of a hobo is not very exciting and actually quite boring and depressing. It has been a long journey. I hate to freakin travel so its not a journey I cared to be on. UPDATE: I am hobo no more. I went to an interview yesterday (kind of like several others I have been to). I was fortunate enough to know several of the people involved in this place and the interview went GREAT! They said the right things, I was hoping I said the right things and we parted ways on a good note. I woke up this morning looked at my phone and the call was there. I returned the call and as of tomorrow morning at 9am I am no longer a hobo. There are still challenges ahead but, I look forward to them. I am excited about this next chapter in my life and feel like the weight of 1000 bridges was just lifted off my shoulders. I am thankful I do not have to have a shopping cart duel so I can get prime real estate under a bridge. I am thankful I had a huge network of friends on fb and off fb looking out for me and emailing me and calling me about potential positions they knew had become available. I am thankful I had a wife who made an attempt at pretending things would be fine (she is a horrible actor btw). It has been a long 325 days. I am thankful there will not be a 326th day. Now my biggest concern is, since the grey hair on my head tripled in the 325 days since my last day of work will it go in reverse? I would really like to have my hair color back. But, in any battle there are casualties. I am guessing my hair is one of them. I will now take the rest of my day and and enjoy being a hobo for one last day. I am going to sit in my boxers, watch TV and probably play some xbox. Tomorrow when I wake, it will be a new day, and I will be a new person picking up where I left off and doing what I do best. I once again look forward to my future.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Oct 2013 18:28:34 +0000