That’s how long the Christmas call with my parents lasted. They made sure all of the relatives had left before calling me so no one had to talk to the black sheep of the family who got fired. Never mind that my mother has been unemployed for more than a decade.
They kept telling me to cheer up, that there are jobs out there if I just look hard enough. Really? Why don’t you try? I live in fucking rural Wisconsin. I can’t afford to move because I owe more on my house than it’s worth (memo: the American dream is dead and you should never try to own property if you aren’t wealthy) so I would have to pay extra money just for the privilege of losing where I live.
So that’s that. Good to know that if I kill myself they can just shake their head and say I wasn’t worth saving.