Yes, I’m aware that it’s January 25. I’m also aware that I’ve already slacked on one of my biggest New Year’s Resolutions: Blog more.
So here I am. Did you miss me? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way.
Over the holiday, I began wavering over whether I would continue Miss Pink Slip. I’ve been gainfully employed since March 2009 (by the grace of God!), and I just wasn’t sure how relevant my voice was to the unemployed/ recessionally challenged population.
But recently, after a bottle of Pinot Noir and a conversation with my UPiC (Unemployed Partner in Crime), I realized that we are all still feeling the stings of joblessness, fear and anxiety. Even a year after the hoopla surrounding unemployment seemed to die down a bit. My friend is still looking for full-time employment as are the many women she’s encountering every day. They’re still out there in droves, and they still need our support. So that’s the angle I’m taking with Miss Pink Slip in 2010: Support. I’m not collecting unemployment, but I know how it feels and I’m among many incredible women who are sure to land on their feet this year. And I want to be there when they do!
s from 1-800 Flowers. I’m talking deli/grocery store blossoms. And before you think you’re too good for them, I once saw George Stephanopoulus darting across 14th Street in NYC carrying deli daisies (presumably for his fabulous wife Alexandra Wentworth). Brightly colored bouquets can help cheer up any job hunter or the job hunter’s cave (read: home)
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You know how it feels to psyche yourself up for the big interview. You button up your crisply ironed blouse, put on that sleek lightweight wool interview skirt and jacket fresh from the cleaners, don run-free stockings and slip your feet into polished and shined black pumps. Once you’ve slung a tailored handbag over your shoulder, you’re ready to face the hiring squad head on with confidence, poise and style. There’s no way you can lose!
“Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands, they just don’t.” — Elle Woods, “Legally Blonde”
It’s been a while since I’ve saluted a Miss Pink Slip “Patron Saint of the Jobless”.