I did not mean to neglect this new blog so quickly. I have a half-written post about how I bought a new car, but honestly, my mind has been elsewhere. The day I took delivery of my new car was the day my dad lost his job.
I don’t live with my parents, but they live nearby and I spend a lot of time with them. My dad didn’t know that I’d traded in my old car for a newer model (with the exact same monthly payments, which is why I did something so uncharacteristic in the first place) until I drove it over to their house a week ago. I didn’t know he had lost his job until Wednesday, when I guessed something had happened.
Mom and I spent the weekend picking up job applications for part time jobs. My mom and I are both very much action people. I don’t know if I will be able to work a 40+ hour a week job, go to night school (for my MBA) and work a weekend job. But I know I can try. And I know it will make me feel better, personally, to know I’m doing what I can to make money to help out. Sitting home will only stress me out. I need to be doing something.
I’m not trying to find freelance work at this point, because those projects always tend to drag on and on and on. I need something with set hours where I can leave on time (or reasonably thereabout) and get on with the rest of my life.
Dad has three months of full severance pay. So at this point, they have not lost any money. But mom and I both watch the days tick away into weeks, and then, very soon, months. We’re doing what we can now. And we’re trying not to let dad (or my younger brother) know how freaked out we really are.