How do I feel? Oddly liberated. Have you ever been in a bad relationship that festered for too long but both of you were too chicken to end it, then when the other person suddenly broke it off you were more relieved than saddened? It's like that. But ask me again tomorrow — I might be freaking out by then.
What am I going to do? Like everyone else, look for work. And unwind. I'm giving myself at least two days to listen to records and stare at the ceiling. I'll probably self-medicate. I anticipate a few naps. I might take a soul searching walk around town to "Dust in the Wind":
I started Laid Off Loser to fill the empty spaces, but also to pimp myself to prospective employers, keep my writing limber (it's like exercise yo), review some music, compile up-to-date unemployment/economy news and network with other Laid Off Losers in the hopes of helping one another find work during this awkward waltz known as the Great Recession.
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