Well, a final decision has been made. The new company offered me a job that pays less than my max unemployment. I told my boss that I’m not even considering going to work for the new guys. I’m not cut out to be a corporate drone.
So, just as soon as I find out what the last day is, I’m calling social security and finding out how this short year is going to effect my total. Not that I can live on it, but it’s good to know. –Okay, my house is paid off, so I can get by, it just won’t be any fun.
Depending on what the SSA tells me I may even apply for unemployment and coast til November.
I’m even thinking about going to work for an old friend. The dude has no idea how to bill for his services, so my work and my pay will be sporadic, but it’s something to do.
I think what I really need a hobby that will make me a few extra bucks. Unfortunately I have no artistic talent, I’m a crappy writer, and I once tried making a living as a photographer but I hated it with a passion. –If you’ve ever tried to make a fat forty year old look like the slim 20 year old she remembers, or shot a wedding for the Bickersons, you understand.
On the other hand my former partner still loves it…. he’s insane.
Don’t get me wrong, I still like photography, just as long as no people are involved, but I’m not sure it will keep me occupied.
I guess I’m afraid of becoming one of those old guys with no life, sitting around waiting to die.
So much for not whining.
I’m working through it but it feels like my depression will be around for a while. Which means, in all likelihood, this blog will be even more depressing and aimless before I suck it up and deal with it.