Hello world and welcome to the first edition of Unemployed is the New Pink [Slip]. My first foray into the blogosphere, inspiration struck after I realized unemployment has afforded me plenty of time to ruminate on life, love and the pursuit of employment. I’d like to give credit to Ms. Gina Titus for the blog name and James Gross for making me realize it was about time I hopped on the digital wave… surf’s up!
February 28, 2009 — Hello Grid
Back on the grid and hitting the pavement hard or at least as hard as these times will allow. Heading into my third week of unemployment, I can’t help but get anxious. I know the job search could take months but my sanity really can’t afford that. Used to action items and measured productivity, my day is not complete unless I’ve checked an item off my to-do list.
Today is a slightly more productive day as I rest easy knowing I’ve hopped on the networking fast track, meeting with a friend of a former client for coffee at a Chelsea cafe. A half hour early, I sit here writing away, listening to the stories of the regulars who pop in and out on their way to work. In true Christina fasion, I quickly indicate I’m from California and when asked if I’ve been hit by the struggling economy, I shrug my shoulders and admit I’m unemployed. A couple knowing nods later I hear about the other patrons who’ve been laid off, now finding endless amounts of time to sip coffee and perhaps chronicle their journeys just like me.
One hour later my “power breakfast” has left me full of ideas on the new media front. Someone who used to pride herself on being up-to-speed on current events, I realize I no longer remember the password to my Twitter account. Sigh… more items for my ‘to do’ list.
Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to find ways to pass the time. I’m happy to report I’m suddenly an avid runner, averaging a couple miles a day. I’ve also become a housekeeper of sorts to Apt. 602 where I do the dishes, take out the trash, and walk the dog. Wonder if I can put any of that on my resumé...
Jokes aside, it’s amazing how unemployment makes you that much more introspective. Already a very analytical person, the time off has afforded me plenty of hours to ruminate on life and love. I think about the family I miss out West, about the life I had envisioned for myself out East and the intersection of it all. I’ll never regret the decision to move here but doubts easily creep their way to the forefront without the safety net of a job.
Amidst the chaos of Manhattan I remain eerily calmn, my fears swallowed up by the undulations of the city. I can no longer wrap my thoughts up into one neat little package. Like a river, they flow right into each other until life interrupts the scene. Reminds me of a painting – Broadway Boogie Woogie by Piet Mondrian. Modeled after the New York subway system, the lines of the grid run one into another, leaving me to wonder what the final destination is…