I have found myself one of Unemployed America.
The sad news was delivered to me today by Mr. Bossman. It ended amicably; I was laid off as the result of – well, the same reason every other company is conducting layoffs. He told me I had skills; I told him it was my favorite place to work. I really am going to miss it.
I’ve avoided talking about my career over here because I have had to keep it out of the public. But now that I am no longer employed, I can divulge a little bit.
I was a reporter. I worked for a mid-size newspaper for three years and nine months as part of my nearly decade-long career in the biz. I uncovered a lot of breaking news, I met a lot of people and made several friends through my job. It was not something I did to pay the bills, but rather something I did because I wanted to be there and I wanted to do it.
So now I find myself kind of lost, kind of in limbo. I’m not too sure where I am going to go from here. Jobs in my line of work are few and far between, and when you’re a journalist for as many years as I’ve been, it kind of stays in you.
But there’s one thing I’m certain of: I’m a damn fine writer with damn fine skills. So I have confidence that although it will be a hard road, it will be one I can travel.
Stick along for the ride. I’ll still be here. Actually I’ll probably be here more often than I was before. For a while, at least.