Pink Slipped

I am here today to report some bad news for Clan Hilden. You know, bad news right after we received so really good news, my winning my war with the Social Security Administration and receiving my official disability status. I won’t get much money, but every little bit helps.

Now for the bad news.

We received the awful news a couple of nights ago. The spoose learned her company is closing all of its stores in Ohio and Michigan. This means The Spoose will be out of work by September. She only gets to stay that long because they put her in charge of shutting down and cleaning out all of the local stores.

Boils and Ghouls, that is some real needle in the eye bullshit.

“Thank you, sir, may I have another…”

As of right now, we have no idea what will happen next. She qualifies for unemployment, thank the universe. Because we may need that money to make it to the end of the year. Hopefully, we won’t have to use it for a long stretch because it’s going to be a significant cut to our income.

Oh, one more thing, she’ll receive a whole 1.5 paychecks as severance.

That’s really fucking big of them. She’s worked for them for years. She is known as the manager sent to a store in freefall and brings it back from the dead, like a zombie but no skin-eating. She is exceptional at restoring the morale of employees and making stores profitable.

There is no point in running around screaming, “House on fire, house on fire!” and then waiting around for Jason Priestly to show up in his Formula One car and pee all over it.

He’s not the best firefighter but, damnit, he tries really hard.

Regardless, the new job hunt starts ASAP.

I swear, it feels like every time we jump a hurdle, a bigger one drops in front of us.

My anxiety is through the roof.

- Josh (06/19/2024)