051310. In case you missed it ... just to catch you up: I’m unemployed. I’m one of the 9.9% rank of Americans who are out of work these days.
And I have to admit it’s a little weird for me.
I haven’t been unemployed since 1986 when I was working in the cafeteria at M&M Mars with my best friends RA and EM. And while working at M&M’s wasn’t my first job (my first job was in 1985 as a dishwasher/brunch server at David’s Country Inn on Main Street in Hackettstown … and it lasted about 2 months … until I got Mono … but they don’t want 15 year-old girls with mononucleosis working with or around food and people who eat … so it was short-lived and I got to take the rest of my sophomore year off), it was the first job that started my odyssey of 24 years of perpetual employment.
And today I had to go to the Employment Development Department/State of California for a “Reemployment and Eligibility Assessment Appointment.” Which is to say, I had to go and get a tutorial about all the great services offered by the State of California to help me find a new producing gig … or better yet (in their minds), find a new career path that utilizes the skills I’ve developed as a producer. Interesting. They also wanted to evaluate my efforts to find a new job.
I was ready for a very specific experience: I was ready for a haughty better-than-thou-bureaucrat to have an attitude. To treat me like crap. To generally speaking be a total bummer.
I was not prepared for an Employment Program Representative whose voice was so quiet that I had to strain and lean across the table to hear her. I was not prepared for a nervous-twittery-middle-aged-woman who was so intimidated by my resume and career that she could barely form a sentence. (Is it wrong that I had a moment of pride about the work I’ve done these past 15 years? I hope not.) And I knew I should have gone to the restroom before the meeting started, because I was not prepared to be totally distracted by having to pee the entire time I sat in her office.
So 30 minutes of forward-bending-ear-straining-eye-watering torture later, I’m approved for unemployment insurance … and happy to know that the one thing I did finally learn while at the unemployment office was …
This was posted in several places in the ladies’ room … in all the stalls, above the sink, near the door, etc ... Please tell me this is something you already know how to do? Even the LO knows this one. And she’s barely a year old. If I had a different personality profile I might be depressed by this … good for me I’m just a little disheartened.
Q: How’s your Thursday?