John!!!!!
You are a talented person!!! I wish you all the best!! You still have that great sense of humor that always made me laugh...
I hope you get that break soon.
Best regards,
Luc
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Branded With the ‘Scarlet U’
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As a man, as the sole source of income for my family, I feel, well, a bit emasculated by unemployment. My wife works tirelessly as the kids' logistics manager, the treasurer of a local education foundation, the choreographer of the upcoming school play—all pro bono. Bills need to be paid, money must be put aside for college, and these responsibilities still fall on my shoulders. That may be an old-fashioned thought in the modern world, but it crosses my mind a lot, and I'm sure it occurs to some of the moms I see around town, who must wonder why I'm not at work. My shoulders slump a little more, my stride is less purposeful. I'm a proud man, but sometimes I feel like a likable family pet that's been neutered.
To make things simpler and clearer for everyone, I'm thinking of stitching a big scarlet "U" on my clothing. When I pick up my kids, a woman I know stares at me and casually asks, "So did you join the ranks of the unemployed?" Yes, I confide, I lost my job, tough times in the financial services sector, blah, blah, blah. As the days roll on, I'll get the same look from others and tell the same story. It happened recently at the local gas station while I was talking with the owner. "Yeah," he said, "but at least you guys on Wall Street made your money." Nope, not all of us. I'm a marketing guy, out of work along with administrative assistants, customer-service personnel, janitors. Struggling businesses, whether on Wall Street or in the Rust Belt, impact people at every income level.
Still, I'm not a particularly sympathetic figure, and I get that. I'm a guy with a wife and three kids who lives in a nice house in a nice town who lost his job. I'll get over it. I'm not alone. I just can't shake the feeling that I'm out of step with the world. I keep cycling through the five stages of grief—depressed on Tuesday, accepting on Wednesday, maybe the reverse the following week. Losing my job is not necessarily the worst thing I've endured, but I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
I'm 50 years old—no kid anymore—the job market in financial services is tight, maybe even nonexistent, and the U.S. economy is struggling. Yet I'm hopeful that there will be a happy ending to all of this; I'll work hard to ensure it.
My message? Nothing more than this: if you're out of work and you feel crappy, you're not alone. And to the rest of you: when you're in that car line, waiting for your turn to drop off the kids, please smile and wave to the unshaven guy in the baseball cap.
Blomfield lives in Summit, N.J.
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