LAID OFF: DAY 9

 

*why don’t guys dress like that anymore?

Today is really only the second day I’m “officially” laid off since I don’t work for my former company anymore. However, I get paid for another few weeks as part of my incredible prosperous million dollar severance package that I dreamed about but really only got chump change. Hey, at least it’s something.

Been talking a lot of crap lately about the market. Wall Street this, Wall Street that. I said things are going to get better. I said you should go out and buy stocks because now’s the time. The blood is in the streets, my friends. We’re just watching the grisly crime scene of a murder that had killed our former economy. 

 

*hopefully we can still visit the economy at the cematary

Last Wednesday I was talking about the market getting great and getting better and blah, blah, blah. Then, Thursday it tanked. Friday it tanked worse. Monday it was down but the tech index was up. Today, everything had a great day. The market’s acting like a moody girlfriend: up, down, up, down.

Over the weekend, I thought more and more about being laid off and realized parts of it really did suck. Not knowing about long term income is a giant pain in my butt hole. However, it kicks me in the ass to do what I really want to do but make money doing it. 

Yep, I’m starting a business. 

 

*setting up shop and ready to kick ass

Yep, and it’s going to be my business. A cool business. A fun business. 

And, my business.

But a new economy is beginning. It’s just a rebirth of the old but an bring a little hip and hop to bring in with the new. A little flavor. A little spice. Something that we haven’t seen before but it will happen. It will.

Don’t care that I’m laid off. I feel it’s a blessing in disguise. Trying my best to keep a level head and make sure I don’t flip out but I know I’m not because I have a plan. It’s not a perfectly precise military executed plan but it’s damn good and it’s very good for me who is a self-declared messy bastard.

 

*I always admired Garfield’s life

But, I’m doing the business thing not be a prick. Not to be arrogant. Not to rub it in and not to have an ego. All I want to do is be my own man and be my own entity. Getting sick of working for The Man and it’s not worth the stress. Being broke seems better because at least I’m broke on my own. At least I did it. I got broke. Sounds like I’m bat shit but it’s true in a funny way.

 

*broke as hell, all on my own

There’s still job cuts coming. Thousands more. Maybe another million or two. Who knows? Point is, sometimes you can’t depend on anyone else. Sometimes, deep down, you have to realize that trust can only really be handed out to a select few. It’s too heavy emotionally to really trust someone. 

So, trust yourself. Trust your wife. Trust your kids. Trust your family. Trust your best friends. Friends come and go, but you probably have one or two that don’t.

 

*I kind of want to be part of this family

Got 9 days under my belt so far and being laid off still ain’t so bad. It’s not my dream in this world but it feels like it may just be driving me there.

 

*people are having nightmares while I’m dreaming of money

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