Jun 02 2002
sonsabitches
Today is June 2. Already. Where is this year going? Let’s see, I have been unemployed (or, as I prefer to call it, “a civilian”) for going on seven months now. I have yet to apply for unemployment benefits, and the s/o continues to nag me to do so. As he puts it, my former employers (buddies) will have to pay for these benefits, and “you need to get every penny you can out of those sonsabitches.”
It’s find of funny, really, but I thought the people I worked with for over 12 years were my friends. They certainly led to me believe they were, especially when they wanted something from me. You know, since I left that office I have not heard from a single one of them, with the exception of one email from one young lady which she sent in reply to an email I sent her. Actually, I didn’t even send the email to her. I sent it to one of my “ex-peers” (another supervisor), but I guess the task of responding was delegated to her. I guess the moral of this story is if the people you work with/for try to convince you that they are your “friends”, don’t you believe it for an instant. You are a convenience, and nothing more.
Bitter? A little.
We haven’t been to a movie in I don’t know how many years. The s/o has this thing where he simply cannot sit in one place for that long a period of time. We’ve been to a few concerts (like Tina Turner and CSNY) and a few plays (like Chorus Line, Cats, and Jesus Christ Superstar), but those are okay because he can get up and wander around (or go get a beer) every few minutes. That sort of activity is frowned upon in a movie theater, so we don’t go do movie theaters.
Once in a while, I suppose as sort of a concession to me, he will bring home a movie on tape. Yesterday, he brought home the Harry Potter movie. I’m guessing we’ll watch it tonight. Then, later I’ll watch it again. Why? Because he’ll be pausing it every ten minutes so he can go “do something.” I always watch the movies he brings home a second time so I can watch them without all the pauses.
I applied online for three jobs yesterday. We shall see if anything comes of them. Then, after an 8:00 a.m. doctor appointment tomorrow morning, I’ll try to get up the energy to call and see about the unemployment benefits. Just as well get all I can out of the sonsabitches, huh?
2 Responses to “sonsabitches”
hang in there…i lost my job last november. the feeling of disconnectedness from my former colleagues was probably the worst aspect. i stayed in contact with some for a while, but in my case, i think at first many don’t know what to say, then later it’s out of sight/out of mind - until finally everyone has moved on and there really ian’t enough in common anymore.
it’s easy for someone else to say - but i have had this experience as well: this too shall pass - better days are ahead.
hey, i might be unemployed tomorriow! then i’ll get drunk again. speaking of drunk, too muich andrew lloyd weber makes me nauseous. elephant? yes! ream them sonsabitches for all the’yre worth, or at least a fraction of the money you used to make. or set the building on fire.
i hate it when i leave comments and then have to apologizxe. this is such an occasion, but i can’t type right now. woooo!