Okay, so I've been out of work for awhile - a good chunk of it screwing around, admittedly - but I've been picking up contract gigs here and there. Things were actually still okay until my wife also got laid off around the end of March.
Since then, I got serious about getting steadier tech work but have been striking out like mad. She's had no luck so far, either. My best headhunter finally lands me a temp-to-hire gig about an hour's drive from home. Four days before I'm supposed to start, she calls me near-frantic to tell me about a *way* better opportunity only 20 minutes away - the guy just wants to meet me face-to-face.
I authorize headhunter to give the first job to someone else, I interview by phone (which goes great) then interview in person. Interview goes great, job *sounds* great and off I go all happy. Then it turns out it was a fishing expedition. There isn't a job "right now" - they were trying to see what they needed and what it might cost them. "Eventually". As in, no money for Keith.
I end up hooking up with some Krav Maga guys I used to train with (again, about an hour's drive from home) & find out they're opening a school in my town. Yay. They want someone to run the office, do membership, etc. and eventually look into being an instructor. I'm all over it. I'm psyched. Then, some guy running a school further south decides he wants out. They decide it's way cheaper to buy an existing studio. With existing clients. And existing office dudes. And existing instructors. No money for Keith.
Then we get some cold weather. Snow. Ice. Ice dams. Causing a leak in the garage's roof under the shingles. With mushy drywall that I've got to cut out and replace. More debt on the credit card.
Finally, some good news. A friend tells me there's a part-time gig in her company coming up "next week". Yay. Across the street from the school I'll be attending. Double-yay. Then she gets snowbound in Utah and traffic-bound coming back, delaying her return for two days. Days in which they hire someone else for the p/t gig. No money for Keith.
Next. Phone rings. It's Mom. Not much new, except that Dad is in the hospital for congestive heart failure. Again. Oh, and the heart medication is causing renal failure. He pulls through, comes home and now has *gout* in his leg. It's okay, though, because there's medication for it. It just strains his heart. Might want to think about saving for a very short-notice flight to FL in the near future.
Wife and I attend a party for a good friend who is about to get married. We could do with a good time. He's got new dogs that we volunteered to put up with our guys while he's on honeymoon. Big dogs. Dogs who decide to bite my smallest pup as soon as she gets out of the truck. Nice puncture wound for Keith's pup. We're no longer babysitting but said we'd come up to his mountain home for a few hours a day to play with aforementioned pup-munchers.
I decide I'm still going to stay in the realm of the physical instead of doing geek work for the rest of my life and look into become a CMT. You know, massage. With my hands. And I still want to continue training in Krav and/or BJJ. Using my hands. Can you see this coming?
We head up to take care of the friend's dogs, driving our spotless '03 Subaru Impreza. The car we figure we can sell if things get really tight, since it's so new. And spotless. Until the gigantic semi passing us chucked back several baseball-sized chunks of broken asphalt. Right through our windshield. And my left hand. The one resting again the exterior side panel of the car door, which also got dinged.
Hit the windshield so hard it left glass inside the dash. Hit my hand so hard that I'm *still* having a hard time using my thumb. Did I mention we don't have medical insurance anymore? And that I was planning on leaving IT so I can do stuff with my hands?
F'n A. All the above took place in the past two months, and I know I've forgotten some miscellaneous, piddly crap like tweaking my serratus. I'm an amazingly optimistic guy but I'm having a really hard time staying "up" with all this shit. If you're reading this, Pooby, this is why I stopped at 4 jumps. [;)]
On the bright side, Dad's not dead yet, cars can be repaired, I've still got available credit, my hand isn't broken (I'm pretty sure), the pup is oblivious to her war wound, my wife still loves me, we don't have a Democrat in the White House, I can still work out and it's beautiful shooting weather coming up.
Crap.