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Once the unemployment checks began arriving on a weekly basis I was able to budget my finances accordingly. I wasn’t thrilled with my calculations. No more steak dinners at nice restaurants; no more bar-hopping 3-4 nights a week, and no more golf. That one hurt – I love to play golf.
What I could afford didn’t excite me either: cheap fast food; top ramen noodles and staying home at night playing computer games and drinking bottom-shelf liquor. Talk about a complete change in lifestyle!
What a cruel joke life can be: you study hard and get good grades; you marry your high school sweetheart with big plans for a lucrative career and a house in the suburbs with three kids, and you live happily ever-after.
Then out-of-nowhere they outsource your job to India; the wife leaves you for another man; you find yourself living in an old duplex on the other side of town, and worst of all, you discover the skills you developed for your professional career are no longer needed in this country.
What surprised me the most was that many of my friends, and even some family members, think it is my fault I am unemployed. I met almost all of my current friends at work, and they don’t want to be seen with me anymore. It’s seems so many people are afraid of losing their jobs they think being seen with ‘a guy who got fired’ might somehow affect their positions. Sometimes I think my mother is the only friend I have left in the world.
Oh, well, I can do this, I told myself. It won’t be forever – I’ll find another job and live the good life again.
So one day I was coming home from a long walk, went up the flight of stairs to my place and noticed...