....to get yourself out of a funk? Today, as expected on my last day of work, I've cried my eyes out. They burn and they're swollen and of course, I have no eye drops. I was able to extract my contact lenses without too much difficulty tonight. I had a bowl of the pea soup I made on Sunday, a glass of Moscato d'Asti, took two decongestant tablets and I'm calling it a night. I think I'll put a cool compress on my eyes, might even cut up the cuke in the fridge. I'll try anything to get the swelling down.
I know I didn't lose my life today but I did lose my livelihood. And my identity. I knew I worked for MetLife. I knew every morning I had some place to go to where I could contribute and make a difference. I knew every couple of weeks or so I'd be compensated for my efforts and twice a year someone would pat me on the back and tell me I'm doing a great job. But that's over for now. Now I'm just one of millions of unemployed people. Such a downer.
Maybe it would be different if I'd been fired, then I would have poor performance to blame it on. I was a dependable, go-to employee with a solid set of skills. I shared what I knew willingly and pitched in when I saw help was needed. Does that sound like the sort of employee you'd expect to keep or dump? I sure feel abandoned.
I didn't even knit today.
But tomorrow's another day.....................