I've been working steadily over 40 hours a week since I was 15 and this is the first time I've ever collected unemployment and I'm so frustrated that the one time I need to rely on the system I get screwed. It's just not fair. I want to fall to the ground, kick my feet and punch my fists into the floor. Why me? Why does my timing suck so bad? WAAAAA!
Getting freed from the chains of office life and the daily abuse opened my eyes to the fact that I was depressed and miserable in that environment. I can't believe I suffered so long all in the name of the almighty paycheck. I don't want to go back to that life. I don't want to dread going to work every day.
The soul sucking bastard lawyers laid me off after 11 years so they could replace me with someone less expensive and with less experience because, you know, the economy is really bad. As more proof that no good deed goes unpunished, I would have been able to collect another 20 weeks if I didn't agree to work a few extra weeks to train my replacement.
I'm not ready to go back to being abused. There are no jobs out there right now anyway and the few that are available have hundreds of people vying for them. How are people surviving in this economy? What do you do when you have a pile of expenses and no income? I'm lucky I won't end up in the street since my in-laws own the house I live in but it's scary to think about having to sell my soul again for the almighty dollar.
Keep your fingers crossed that Congress takes care of the little people who need to survive. I blame BP.