An Epiphany

I had an epiphany the other day. Unemployment is the new retirement.* Think about it. Ponder the deepness of my thought.

Now, past generations had pensions from their companies to provide them income in their retirement years. Gone. Social Security was always standby monetary security (it is in the name, afterall). Social Security will be gone sooner, rather than later. 401ks are a good idea, if your employer puts in contributions (mine stopped several years ago) and the stock market doesn’t take any giant nosedives. Oh, right.

So, from the unscientific examples above, you will see that people will have to continue working longer. This will cause them to miss out on those “Golden Years”, of providing free daycare to their grandkids, going on casino trips, and spending winters in warmer climates.

But, think about it. Retirement was at the end of your life! You had to WORK for 65 years (or 66, or 67,…) to get there. I don’t know about you, but 8 hours a day seems like a long time to me, let alone 8 x 5 x 52 x 65! And you could be in bad shape physically or mentally by then, and not be able to enjoy retirement. Or, the worse, YOU COULD BE DEAD BY THEN!

Now, think about this. In this economy, it seems as though everyone gets a year (or more!) to be unemployed. Hopefully congress keeps passing bills to keep the unemployment beneftis coming as well (fingers-crossed). This has become my current state of affairs. And I swear I am truthfully doing a dilligent job hunt. But I am also going to enjoy my time off. While I am young. While I am healthy. While I can watch my son master the art of crawling and buy him cute things at garage sales. I want to reconnect with my husband again. I want to shop at Ikea with my asbestos friend. I want to take a breath. I was at my last job for 12 years. In another 12 years I will be 47. Whoa. See, I need to take a breath.

I realize I should be worried. But I just am not. I had little control over my company liquidating and laying me off. While I look for my dream job or my next job to pay the bills, I am going to enjoy a little of my retirement now.

*NOTE: funnygurl2 is not a moneyologist and you should always make all money and life decisions for yourself.

Book Review: “A Stolen Life” by Jaycee Lee Dugard

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Now that the Casey Anthony trial is essentially over, I have moved on to mildly obsessing over Jaycee Lee Dugard. You may or may not know that on July 12th she released a book called “A Stolen Life”, about the 18 years her kidnapper, rapist, and all-around-sicko kept her hidden in his ghetto backyard.

I don’t really remember when she went missing, because I was just a little older than her, and didn’t pay much attention to the news. I still find it so amazingly shockingly wonderful that she was found alive after so many years. And with the bonus of two healthy daughters. (Remember, no one picks their parents [in this case, father] by choice. Poor girls.) I remember when they were found, thinking, “My God. They have to get birth certificates & Social Security Numbers & get their teeth cleaned & get immunizations!!!” There are just so many things that they would be behind on. In an interview with Diane Sawyer, Jaycee mentioned how she had to learn to drive from her younger sister. If no one had dragged her into a car that fateful morning, she would have already been driving for years by now.

When they found her, I will admit I sent a small amount of money to an account that had been created for donations for her. Now she has created her own foundation called “The JAYC Foundation”. I’m still a little vague on it’s purpose, but you can order cute pinecone necklaces & keychains to support it. They are slightly too pricey for me though, as the stability of my job cracks a little more everyday.

The book sold out of bookstores & wholesalers almost immediately. Four days after it went on sale, Amazon was saying it would ship in “1 to 3 weeks.” I was afraid to read it, because I thought it would be too graphic & horrible. But I also wanted to get a copy before they were all gone, so I would have the choice to read it or not. Plus, I knew my mother was interested in reading it. The things that happened to her WERE HORRIBLE. But the book is written in her own easy-going, matter-of-fact voice. Her life was lonely & miserable & filled with terrible sexual acts, but she survived it. The stories in the book are very haunting though. I found myself during the day going “did I dream about that last night”, and I would realized that I had not had a dream, but read it in Jaycee’s book.

A big thing I took away from “A Stolen Life” was to follow your gut feelings. Some people would probably call this your “vibration.” Jaycee had a bad feeling that morning and thought about staying home from school. She should have. The universe was trying to tell her something. The campus police who took notice of Phillip Garrido & looked into his background were following their instincts that something was not right. More than just that he was crazy & hearing voices. We should always follow our gut instinct. If you stay home from work or school that day, you might never realize that something awful was waiting in your path.

I heard someone say the book is selling as fast as Oprah bookclub books used to. If Oprah was still doing her daily show, I’m sure she would want to be all over this one. I think I’m glad I read the book, because now I no longer had to wonder what Jaycee’s endless days of captivity were like. And although Jaycee went through these terrible things, she still has many of the normal emotions/reactions that we would all have. It is good to realize that we are all just human beings, trying to live on this planet together. Well, except Phillip & Nancy Garrido. They are real-world monsters.

My company is dead.

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My company is dead. They are finally going to close. I am relieved. Everyone else seemed stunned. I’m not sure what world they live in. The company has had a string of bad CEOs since I started in 1999. As a company, we did crazy things, like cut all our ordering by 30% for the holiday season, when the holidays are when we would have the highest sales. We also ignored a sector of the business that was high margin & high sales.

When I applied for jobs or went on interviews, I was always worried they would offer me the job, then I would have to make a decision if I should take a job with less pay and benefits, or stay with a job that could end any day or move 20 miles further from my home. See, a relief.

Now I will have to go all-out job hunting. I am ready for it. I think. Much more ready than all the previous times my company had layoffs in the past. Hopefully my new job will not have a 50 minute commute.

Just Remember, It Could Always be Worse

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My son had surgery on 6/28. We were in the recovery room for six hours before the anesthesia wore off enough that he could go to a regular room. That sounds awful and scary, and it was. But while my son was in the recovery room, a four year old boy came in who was being treated for cancer. He had just spend a month at a clinic in Cleveland. He screamed in pain and kept begging the nurses that he just wanted to go home with his sister and be in his own pajamas in his own bed with his dog. It was heartbreaking. I couldn’t really feel bad about my baby, who had a surgery that went well and just needed more time to get other his anesthesia cocktail. I realized we were lucky, that someone else always has it worse.

I thought of that kid many times over the following week. When my son was losing blood and no one knew where it was going. When he had a 105 degree fever. When he needed a blood transfusion. When they told us he had a hematoma. When he ended up in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. When we were at the hospital for eleven days instead of two. I always, in the back of my head, thought he still has it better than that boy. There are probably parents who would call the cancer boy lucky, because he is still alive, while their children are not.

My son is home now & doing well. Sleeping in his own bed. I guess I will always wonder, sadly, if that little boy ever got to sleep in his own bed in his own pajamas, with his dog & his sister.

Verdict: Not Guilty

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1 First Degree Murder: Not Guilty
2 Aggravated Child Abuse: Not Guilty
3 Aggravated Manslaughter: Not Guilty
4-7 Providing False Information to Law Enforcement: Guilty

I think the case of the State of Florida vs. Casey Marie Anthony probably came out how it should have. I believe everything the prosecution presented was probably true, especially the motive. But in the end, they proved Caylee died by duct tape & was thrown in the swamp. But there was no finger prints, no DNA, no witnesses, that could connect Casey to this murder and absolutely no one else. The way our judicial system is set up, you can’t convict someone just because your gut says they did it. You need evidence to show it in some way.

I think Jose Baez did a very bad job as a lead defense attorney. But in the end, he did his job. He gave the jury reasonable doubt that Casey did not murder Caylee.

I do believe Casey will get her’s. Her family hates her. The whole state of Florida hates her. Much of the United States that followed the case hates her. Who would hire her for a job? Who would rent her an apartment? Some people say she could get a movie or book deal out of this. But I think she has created the wrong kind of celebrity. Afterall, no one wanted to touch OJ, even though he was found not guilty. She did henous things to her daughter. She is now a paraih.

R.I.P. Caylee Marie Anthony.