This shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Wanna’ hear something really funny? I have been laid-off, my severance package isn’t enough to get me back to the Outer Banks, and there isn’t a job in this town that pas enough to let me stay. Oh wait, that is incredibly, incredibly sad.
I have been participating in this foxtrot that we call life: several quick steps forward, abrupt turn, several quick steps back, pause. Unfortunately, the footwork is incredibly tricky and I am struggling to keep from falling flat on my face.
I don’t know what to do. While I try to keep a positive eye forward, I simply stare into a void. There IS no obvious path ahead of me, and the path behind is twisted and gnarled with roots to stumble on. What does one do when one has no place to go?
After I pay off all of my closing fees and normal monthly bills, I will have around $1,000 to live off of until I figure something out. It will cost me in the order of $1,500 to rent a trailer and drive back to the Outer Banks, excluding food and normal living expenses for the month. Right now, I am staring down the barrel of approximately -$750 just to get back to a place where employment is not guaranteed (let’s not forget that I have rent to pay wherever I land).
F-U-C-K-E-D
No wonder so many Americans are on anti-depressants.
Chris