My, oh my, how things can change in a big way in a short amount of time.
It seems that, after two months, the owner of the machine shop I was working at decided for me that it wasn't the right job for me to be in.
How considerate of him.
So now here I am, one week away from my 48th birthday, unemployed with no more unemployment benefits and having all of my savings used up covering what financial responsibilities my unemployment benefits wouldn't.
I am really at the end of my rope. I am trying to fight off depression, feeling sorry for myself won't help me out. There just don't seem to be any jobs in this area that will provide me with enough income to stay alive and cover my financial responsibilities.
I am sure my soon-to-be ex-wife is gloating.
Reminds me of a Michael Douglas movie...
