unemployment diary, day 20
Although my lovely wife and I have worked out a budget through which we can scrape by on unemployment for the near term, one major bummer of this situation is telling my daughter Cecilia that she can't have things because we can't afford them. For example, she gets very excited when the ice cream truck rolls by, music playing, and normally I'd run with her to buy a popsicle. I've explained it enough times that all I have to do now is say, "you know why we can't buy that," and she'll reply, "because you don't have a job."
Today, we were having popsicles (the cheap store-bought kind) outside, and Cecilia looked at me and explained calmly, "I'm having a bad day because you don't have a job and we can't get my favorite kind of popsicle, the kind with the chocolate on the outside and the vanilla on the inside."
The interview this morning was positive; there were no immediate openings at this placement agency, but it's yet another prospect, which can't be bad. Now that the girls are done with lunch, I need to tweak my résumé a bit and send it in to the recruiter. Then, I need to finish up on some other projects, especially the jillion reviews I owe Musashi. I'll blog as time permits.
Update: I just got an email from the person who recruited me for my former position; she's with another company now, and just asked me to come in for an interview Wednesday. Keep your fingers crossed!
Update 2: Picking up some staples at the store yesterday, I noted that the ice cream bars Cecilia likes were on two-for-one sale, so I picked some up. It's downright chilly today -- 55 degrees at noon, and it's June! -- so I doubt I'll spring them on her this afternoon, but I'm looking forward to it.
And to the blogger -- you know who you are -- who sent in that wonderfully generous offer, thanks. You have my gratitude.