Six Weeks Post-Employment
I will forever remember 2015 as the year that broke my back. Quite literally, but not quite figuratively, although it gave it one hell of an effort. The old saying goes something like “That which does not kill me, only serves to make me stronger.” If this adage is even remotely true, then I jump into 2016 as one strong bastard. When it first became apparent that I was definitely going to lose my job of over 26 years, many well-intentioned friends said that everything will be okay, or everything will work out. It was also suggested frequently that this is my opportunity to go out and find my “Dream Job,” whatever that may be. For future reference, I will never tell you that “things will work out.” Hopefully they will, but you (and I) really have no idea what the future holds for us, and there is always the potential for things to not work out. I’m not trying to sound pessimistic about this, but rather, pragmatic. Let me be the first to tell you that, yes, I was spoiled at my pr