Unemployed Dad!

Okay, so the original title of this blog is Working Class Dad. If I was working, that would be correct. But I am not, like so much of the so-called working class.  I was laid off indefinitely at the end of October, with 3 days left of insurance, and thankfully on pay-day.  The dick told me I cost him too much money.  After knowing the guy for 15 years, he just gives me the boot. Knowing full well that my wife doesn't work and that I have 3 kids to feed; not to mention that I just moved into a new house that has way more expenses than I've ever had before.

Fast forward to Christmas-time.  Still haven't found a job, and not for a lack of trying.  Apparently, I made too much money at my last job. For real, for real!  I applied for similar positions at bigger, and supposedly better places, and they want to pay me half of what I was making.  So, I continue to collect unemployment, which is more lucrative than taking a low-paying job.  I am currently up for a sales job that may or may not be almost entirely commission based. Big risk. Whilst looking for myself, my wife managed to send several resumes out, get an interview and a job offer. She starts in a week. I am supposed to go over my offered package this week for the sales position. It's anyone's game at this point.  It may make more sense for me to stay home with the kids for a couple of months, and write while I'm home. Hell,  it makes sense.

Let's see, I have been unemployed for 61 days. This is the first day I've sat down to blog. I put the app on my HTC Droid Incredible so that I can blog on the go. Tried it out. But again, it's been two months, and I've scribbled a little bit, but haven't really written a damned thing. I did open my works-in-progress folder to look at it.  I'm re-committing (again!) to The Project that I've been working on for hmm, lets see, about 10 years now.  I think it's time to finish it and put it to bed.

At least if I commit to blogging, and writing a little every day on the script, then I know I'm being professionally productive. I have to admit: I have some pretty good excuses not to write.  I am an expert procrastinator. And I have a love/hate relationship with writers block.  This has been a great exercise. Well, we'll see how being Mr. Mom works out, balancing the writing, the housework and the kids.