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Unemployed is the new… employed.

Ready to dive back into the working world...

Ready to dive back into the working world...

When I started this blog a short month and a half ago, uncertainty filled its “pages”.  All I knew was I needed an outlet for my thoughts, a platform in which to voice my concerns and ultimately, a place where I wouldn’t feel so alone.  Gobbled up and spit out by this big, bad world, I was searching for a place to call home.  Luckily, some of you stuck around for the journey.  It was your words, your encouragement and finally your strange urge to wander over to my blog that brightened my days.

As I write this, the last chapter in ‘Unemployed is the New Pink [Slip]’, it’s only fitting that I part with some lessons learned, observations, of the unemployed life.  And so it begins…

I’ve learned the simple pleasures in life provide the most joy.  An afternoon nap, an old favorite episode of 90210, a good [much needed] laugh from a surprising source, snow days and primetime marathons — all these “little things” brightened up my days more than any promotion or paycheck ever could.

Being unemployed is the perfect opportunity to “look up at the world”. While zipping around the city from one interview to another, I learned more and appreciated more about New York City than in the previous 8 months of “living” here.  

Interviewing is a lot like dating.  From googling your employer before the first date and evaluating your list of qualifications,  to putting together that quintessential first outfit, doing your best “first impression” and running through the gamut of first date questions, dating itself should qualify as job experience.   

Finally,  I’ve realized that my place in the world is much more than my job.  It’s my role as a roommate, daughter, sister and friend.  While my job gives me somewhere to be, a passion to fulfill, provides structure and variety to my days, it does not define who I am.  It is just one piece of a larger puzzle.  When you’re counting pennies, you have no time to worry about the latest hot spot, the newest fashion trend or weekend getaways. Aside from a smattering of employers, the only person you have to impress is yourself.  As a matter of fact, I think we could all learn a bit from living the unemployed life…

I want my mommy…

As babies we innately know when we want something all we have to do is cry.  As we grow up, that crying becomes a way to signal a boo-boo that needs attention, to escape the clutches of our older brother/sister or a warning that Band-aidyou’re not faking that fever after all (even if it coincides nicely with your spelling test).  Eventually, sobbing comes courtesy of heartbreak or if you’re like me, the realization that you’re about to enter… GASP, the real world.

Now that I’m unemployed, I’m not afraid to say it… I want my mommy. While I’ve learned with age to cope with a fever (lots of daytime television and chicken soup), coping with the loss of a job is a different story. Left alone in an empty apartment during the day, the silence is haunting, thoughts of simpler times swimming through my head.  Each day I think about budgeting, about my strategy for rebounding from this setback but most of all, I think about my family.  While I’ve built a nice support system out here, nothing can replace a mother’s embrace.  Three thousand miles away, phone calls can only do so much to bridge the divide.

So, I pose this question to you… what methods have helped comfort you during the rough patches?  What is the adult equivalent for chicken soup and a band-aid?