On Monday, my husband and I, along with over 3100 of our closest friends, lost our jobs.
Fortunately, my husband and I had expected layoffs for a very long time and had financially prepared for it. We're not in immediate financial jeopardy, although I'm dreading seeing what my COBRA bills look like.
But that's not what this is about. It's about not knowing what to do next.
Monday evening, just a few hours after the news was delivered, I took my glasses off while standing in the kitchen. I was tired and feeling very anxious, so I decided to give up on trying to distract myself and go to bed. I calmly (albeit unthinkingly) opened the door to the fridge, stashed my glasses on a shelf, and walked away. Within thirty seconds it had dawned on me what I'd done, but that was a serious stupid moment.
Tuesday morning, I got up and dressed. I put my contact lenses in, then put my glasses on and couldn't figure out why I couldn't see. It took me a few minutes of panic in the bathroom to realize what I had done. Stupider by the minute.
Today, I had turn in my laptop and other company property. I parked at a park and ride lot and caught a bus into the city. Instead of taking a bus back, my (also unemployed) husband came and picked me up, and we ran a few errands and had lunch before we came home. I completely forgot that my car was at the park and ride.
I feel like I'm losing my mind. Most of the time I can laugh about it, but this afternoon I'm on the verge of tears. I didn't love my job and am not heartbroken about it's loss. I am not in self-pity mode by any stretch...I worry about the thousands of others who are in much worse shape than we are.
Tell me, though, Kossacks: am I INSANE?