It’s cold in this house, and the economy is failing.
You know, the great depression isn’t a term you can understand until everything around you starts to fall to pieces. Tomorrow – Friday – is judgement day. My boss has a meeting with three millionaires who will be determining the future of a project I’ve been working on, a project that funds our life. If they decide not to invest quarter of a million British pounds, I’m out of a job. That also means we’re out on the street because there is simply no feasible way for us to afford anything without my job. I wouldn’t be so worried, if it wasn’t for the failing economy and the kiss of death my boss gave to Woolworths.
I’m so scared, I have to turn the heat down to cool my financial nerves.
On the bright side, there’s still DDR, and my wife, and my baby. We’re looking to get rid of our dog – Holly – because we can’t look after her. Sounds lazy, I know, but I’m not cut out to look after a dog, it’s enough of a life trial to look after myself! We think she’ll be happier in another home. We’re also trying to get rid of our pregnant mumma cat. (Anybody want a cat? And its pending kittens?)
So the question arises – where will this fork in the road lead us? Two possible situations:
- My boss gets the funding he’s after, and I get to keep my job and continue to maintain near-financial stability.
- My boss doesn’t get the funding he’s after and sadly has to let me go.
The latter of the situations is the most problematic of the two. If those late bills look bad now written upon our white board, imagine how they’ll look with no reliable income; I am dreading the next 24 hours! Who knows if I’ll even manage to sleep tonight.
If I lose this job, I need to put all my effort into running a business here. I’ve already placed a free ad in the Yellow Pages online, and I have the option to upgrade it. There aren’t many businesses in the local area for the categories I’ve chosen, and the businesses that are there have received several reviews each – that’s definitely a good sign. Another good sign is the lack of reviews for businesses using free ads, highlighting the potential for growth if I do decide to invest in a paid ad.
Decisions, decisions, decisions. Life is full of them, and I’m sick of making them. Hopefully Kelly will manage to get a job, and I can sit and home watching the Science channel all day long… while looking after Charli of course. 