Day 59 – Fate, Ruined

On August 28th, my wife lost her job. 24 hours later, I lost mine. This blog is a continuation of the day-by-day chronicling of our emotional journey back to employment. This is bound to be upsetting, hilarious and hopeful.

Monday – October 27, 2014

Let’s face it, at this point I’m willing to attach any picture that’s even tangentially related to the point.

I heard back definitively on the Salt Lake job. This big time, multi-million dollar company was kind enough to call personally to say I didn’t actually have the job. It was down to me and one other guy for the Creative Director position. I got close… but no. I wasn’t their guy. This is a big “coulda’ been.”

I experienced a brief second of disappointment and feeling a bit like I’d been faked out (don’t they typically only call back if you have the job?), but it really was a classy way of taking care of what could be some messy business, depending on how I reacted. To go just a step further, they’re sending me some free product in the mail. That’s a pretty solid thing to do for someone they ostensibly will never deal with or see again.

Credit where it’s due: that company was Perfectly Posh.

The tricky thing this afternoon was that this latest rejection sent mine and Erin’s emotions flying off in two different directions. She was sad and upset because our unemployment ordeal is not yet at an end and she was actually kind of excited about moving to Utah. I was just relieved. As completely pumped as I was for the job, it was also a very big job in a high pressure situation. That’s awesome and exciting, but also a situation I now don’t have to adjust to.

In other words: I, the drowning man, just found a silver lining after being thrown an inner tube attached to a too short rope.

I think sometimes I err in putting too positive a spin on things. My attitude frustrated Erin. Do I not have ambition? Am I not concerned? Or am I content to watch the ship go down with a fiery burning? (It’s possible I’m crushing this blog under the weight of too many metaphors.)

The truth is I was just taking my time getting around to being really, truly bummed. Working at Perfectly Posh would have been absolutely amazing. I hear they ride scooters around the office and I OWN A SCOOTER. Fate has been ruined. It’s possible I don’t even believe in it anymore (okay, I never did).

Salt Lake probably would have been an incredible journey for our family. Instead, we’re still here, doing our best to make our money go as far as we can for as long as we can. There are still other irons in the fire–the San Francisco job, for one–but this hurts. Right now, it just hurts.

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Tried to get to writing all day today, but what I wanted just wasn’t in the cards. Should have taken that as a sign.

Instead, in the one bright spot of the day, I went to the park with Erin and Violet. Lately, Violet is fascinated with all things Mario and she insisted we act out her every video game fantasy. Mommy was Mario and she was a very modern day Princess Peach/Elsa hybrid who fought off Bowser (me) with her ice powers. I died a lot this morning.

5 thoughts on “Day 59 – Fate, Ruined

  1. I’m really sorry, Brock. All I can say is just hang in there for as long as it takes and you’ll end up in the right place for you and your family at the right time. For whatever reason, this one just wasn’t meant to be right now. We’re right here with you!

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  2. I am so sorry too. Not much else I can say. i have never been in this position but your disappointment and pain come through your writing. It sounds like your optimism is slipping just a wee bit and that is understandable, thats Ok…… Hang on it there…. It sounds like you have a wonderful family around you to help you smile…. Mario is cool. LOL!

    Otherwise what A.Prompt said.

    Love from England.

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    1. You’re right Denise… sometimes the positivity flags a bit. But that’s okay. I know it will bounce back. I’m so incredibly grateful for my girls. They are a daily source of laughter for sure.


  3. Brock, I’m praying you get a job, bud. Been there, done that. Unemployed for a year and a half. Prayed for the EUI bill to be passed – it wasn’t. Got a job for 2.5 months… July 6th I had to go to the hospital. July 14 I had a triple bypass. As of 11/16 still no eta for release to work. 😦
    Not kvetching, just sayin’, ya know? What a long strange trip it’s been. Peace to you and yours!


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