My boss is talking to me again, as if last week hadn't happened. It's the usual -- updates on client meetings, tales about his college-age son. I don't know what was up with him but to tell you the truth, I don't really care.
ONE MORE WORKDAY TILL MY VACATION!!!!!
Still, it's more pleasant to be here when the atmosphere is a little warmer.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Thursday, April 01, 2010
The fine art of awfulizing
So here's what I do: I take a situation I'm afraid of and imagine in the bleakest terms possible. I examine from every which dark way and, more often than not, come to the conclusion that, "yes, I can handle that." I may not LIKE it, I most certainly don't WANT to do it that way, but yes, it's most definitely within the realm of the acceptable. It may sound negative to you, but awfulizing generally gives me the courage to soldier on.
Which is what I did today. I checked out the maximum amount I can receive from IDES (Illinois Department of Employment Security), with taxes deducted. Even if I am completely unable to supplement my unemployment benefits with freelance work, I will have enough to pay my mortgage and assessments for six months.
These benefits are in addition to any severance I may receive (yeah, right) and the emergency fund I have stashed away.
Living on such a budget would not make me happy, mind you. But it makes me happier than living in a Kenmore refrigerator box on Lower Wacker Drive. So now, if you'll excuse me, I'm about to soldier on. After all, I do still have this job!
Which is what I did today. I checked out the maximum amount I can receive from IDES (Illinois Department of Employment Security), with taxes deducted. Even if I am completely unable to supplement my unemployment benefits with freelance work, I will have enough to pay my mortgage and assessments for six months.
These benefits are in addition to any severance I may receive (yeah, right) and the emergency fund I have stashed away.
Living on such a budget would not make me happy, mind you. But it makes me happier than living in a Kenmore refrigerator box on Lower Wacker Drive. So now, if you'll excuse me, I'm about to soldier on. After all, I do still have this job!