Victim of the Economy = Life in Upheaval

Well, as you can probably tell by the title of this post, a little over a month ago I became a "victim of the economy" -- as in, I was laid off from my job.

It came completely out of the blue and I was totally shocked, as were a majority of the people I worked with (including most of my superiors). I definitely shed some massive tears when I got home that night.

But, I'm not the kind of girl to take things like that lying down. After a few days of (gloriously) sleeping in until noon, I started looking for more employment. Which, unfortunately, made me feel like even MORE of a victim of the economy.

There is seriously NOTHING out there! It's all "self-start your own business" or "we need traveling magazine subscription sellers." Um, no thanks, I watch 20/20, I know what happens in those sorts of situations. Plus, when I do find something serious, no one wants to hire me - I'll be leaving in July or August for law school, my salary history is higher than a lot of entry-level jobs, and I've got a college degree and 2 years work experience in a variety of fields which, apparently, makes me TOO qualified for several lower-level positions that I SWEAR I'd take (at least until July -- or something better came along).

So, for now, I'm working part-time at the KCBA, where my mom is the executive director (ahhh, nepotism at its finest) and I'm able to at least get some stuff done for the organization. Unfortunately (again - I'm using that word a lot these days), this situation is a VERY temporary one, and I know the work will run out in about three weeks, so from there on down the line I'm going to be seriously looking for work.

I've worked in an office now for two years, so another 9 to 6 position isn't necessarily the thing I'm looking for. I've got my whole life to deal with those hours. I'm thinking waiting tables or bartending might be some quick cash for the next five or six months.

Ugh. I hate being unemployed.

On the up side, my parents got a new cable subscription. We weren't allowed to have more than 20 channels (and only 12 we'd actually care to watch) while I was growing up, because my parents felt it was a distraction that we didn't need. Now that everyone has flown the coop (and two of us have returned to the nest) my parents relented. 3 flat screen HD tvs, two DVRs, and 1200 channels later, I've discovered new heights of laziness.

It's AMAZING.