Kind of a lame title,
but it accurately reflects the situation I'm in.
Well technically,
the situation we're in. My wife and I.
As much as I try to shield her from what's going on
and pretend that everything's OK,
she senses it.
When something's just about to fall apart at the seams,
it's only a matter of time before the signs become glaringly obvious.
It's the second day of Ramadhan,
and I've been out of work for what, two months? Three, possibly.
I don't even want to check.
On my way back from sending her off at the airport,
I'd checked my back balance.
$25.
That's all I have in my account.
Talk about coming full circle.
But regrets won't help.
I'm redoubling my efforts.
Three letters a day, instead of two.
And when I get a job,
I'm putting her Smoothie Bar idea into action.
It's too risky to wait.
Too risky.
The money disappears so damn fast.
In many ways I am very fortunate.
We're staying at my parents' place, rent-free.
Hell, the past couple of weeks I haven't even been paying for the utilities.
Not that I could've.
Dark skies are coming, though.
And we need to get ready, brace ourselves for the coming hurricane.
My dad's nearing retirement age,
and how does his company reward his decades of loyalty?
But offering him the following options (if he's lucky):
Take a 10% pay cut doing the EXACT SAME THING,
or an annual contract with possibly 3 working days a week.
Things keep going the way they are,
and soon, we'll run out of money.
With my kid about 5 months away,
I need to act fast.
And I need to put in place contingencies to avoid
being in a place like this again.
I can't give up.
I won't.
Well enough of that
