I was offered a job yesterday. Which I will accept tomorrow. Before you pee your pants with excitement and congratulatory sentiments, note that it’s temp office work that only will last for 3-5 months, but hey! It’s work. I don’t have to be a (further) drag upon the economy by collecting unemployment.
A nice thing is that I won’t start for another 2 1/2 weeks, so I have time to establish more local design contacts and hopefully a few freelancing gigs to finish making ends meet, seeing as I won’t be earning quite as much as before. Then there’s the whole figuring out where my health insurance will come from…
But this was very well-timed. Come the end of the month I would have had no money with which to pay bills and then panic mode would have really started setting in. I’ve already gone through at least 4 dwarfs of emotion (oh, but not Sleepy! I sleep roughly 9 hours a night when I’m unemployed!), and that final dose of panicked depression and anxiety wouldn’t have been fun.
So does this mean the end of my unemployment saga? To a degree, yes. But it’s still only temporary work, and I’m still going to have to really watch my pennies (oh dear christ, did I really just grandmother those words out of my mouth?) and scrabble together more work to be comfortable. Once the summer arrives, it’s a complete mystery.
You know, IN THIS ECONOMY… and such.