I usually don’t give myself the opportunity to feel sorry for myself about being laid-off. What’s the point? There are millions of people out of work around the country, and many of them have families to support, mortgages, etc. I’ve got a dog to feed.
That said, I’m going to establish Wednesday as the one day of the week when I can say “woe is me”. For the time it takes me to draft this post, I can bitch and moan about my situation as much as I want. Then, it’s over. Why don’t you join me? It will really help you put a cap on those “I’m so pitiful”, “I’m never going to find a job” moments.
Today, I’m just going to say that I really want to go out to eat today. I mean, sit down at a nice restaurant with a linen napkin on my lap and a $10 glass of red wine in my hand. But I can’t. It would be a waste of money knowing I’ve got a phone bill, cable and rent to pay soon. A girl can dare to dream.
Until then, I guess I’ll be hitting the McDonald’s $1 menu for an out-of-home meal treat. Mmmmm…. double cheeseburger for .99. Oh, the possibilties! Ok–I’m done.