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As some of you may know, I'm currently on 90-day furlough (which officially started today by the way), which is a fancy way of saying "laid off without pay".
I've gone through all the appropriate steps from shock, to denial, to anger and so forth. Now I'm simply into acceptance and taking life day by day. I could easily get mired down in bitter diatribe blaming the world for my troubles, but really.. they're all problems of my own making. If I were a weaker person, I could blame Obama and the Democrats like everyone else, but again, my ending up in this situation really does reflect more on bad planning for myself than anything else.
The work thing is honestly just part of the business of being a contractor. Contract year ends, contract ends, work ends, money ends. Simple really. No hard feelings. The guys at work say they're actively searching for something to put me to work on and I sincerely pray for their success, but the natural skeptic in me is battling the hopeless optimist. You know how that goes. I can sincerely say that this has all lead to a great number of lessons being learned about my lifestyle, my life as a whole, the stupidity of relying on credit for toys in the vain attempt to find happiness, and so-forth.
Filed for Unemployment today (online thankfully). Don't know how much that will be, but I do know it's "more than minimum wage but less than needed to live comfortably". Between it, and the funds garnered from selling the motorcycle and other things, I should be ok for a short while, but jobs around here -- for me -- seem to be very rare unless I'm willing to flip burgers or work at Walmart (again, minimum wage, less than unemployment).
As such, while I continue to search in earnest for employment, I may be forced to relocate by the current market. Away from friends, my house, and everything I love. I might be miserable and suicidal, but I'd survive.
In the meantime, I'm moderately content -- though simultaneously not -- to use this time for soul-searching and to get both my life, and my house in order. Literally on the house, mentally on the introspection.
What I've come up with so far is trying to get at the source of my resistance for finishing my degree. Mostly, I can trace my hesitation back to childish resentment. Again, I could dwell on it, but doing so would be pointless if not self-destructive. Historically and frankly honest, I started half-ass attempts in 85 and 89. Drafting in 85, which I gave up because I fell "in love", gave it all up, and moved to North Carolina. Computers in 1989 because it sounded like fun, but both met with lackluster ends by my own hands.
Now, 20-years later at 43, I *know* what I need to do, but have no way to do it. What I'm afraid of is that if I get another chance at work, I'll prioritize work (as I should) but forget about the need to do the right thing and work towards getting my degree. As of right now, I've decided that should I get the chance, I'm most interested in getting back to Architecture.
There's something soothing to the soul for me in drafting up a house, or sitting around looking at house plan books making changes in my mind as to how I'd do things better, or at least differently. Trouble I have is, Drafting and Architecture seems to have fallen out of favor in the last 20 years. Once upon a time, when such endeavors were all based on paper and driven by intelligence and talent, you could get a Bachelor's and even occasionally find a Master's degree on the subject.
Now that Architecture is all based on computers and "any idiot can design a house", it seems very difficult to find more than an Associate's degree, which indicates to me that it would be about as useful as a Doctorate in "Underwater Basket Weaving"....
There's also the subject of payment. An average Bachelor's degree is $40,000 per year, $160,000 to $200,000 to complete. How in the hell does a 43 year old EVER pay for such an education when the chances of ever making that money back (versus what I make now) are almost zero.
So, I'm sure this is all a catch 22, and I'm sure that I'm not the only one faced with such a conundrum, but for those of you who are in it, I sure could use an idea or two... After all, my only backup plan seems to be to clear out the bank account, pick up the passport, walk away from it all, and let God land me where he may.
I've gone through all the appropriate steps from shock, to denial, to anger and so forth. Now I'm simply into acceptance and taking life day by day. I could easily get mired down in bitter diatribe blaming the world for my troubles, but really.. they're all problems of my own making. If I were a weaker person, I could blame Obama and the Democrats like everyone else, but again, my ending up in this situation really does reflect more on bad planning for myself than anything else.
The work thing is honestly just part of the business of being a contractor. Contract year ends, contract ends, work ends, money ends. Simple really. No hard feelings. The guys at work say they're actively searching for something to put me to work on and I sincerely pray for their success, but the natural skeptic in me is battling the hopeless optimist. You know how that goes. I can sincerely say that this has all lead to a great number of lessons being learned about my lifestyle, my life as a whole, the stupidity of relying on credit for toys in the vain attempt to find happiness, and so-forth.
Filed for Unemployment today (online thankfully). Don't know how much that will be, but I do know it's "more than minimum wage but less than needed to live comfortably". Between it, and the funds garnered from selling the motorcycle and other things, I should be ok for a short while, but jobs around here -- for me -- seem to be very rare unless I'm willing to flip burgers or work at Walmart (again, minimum wage, less than unemployment).
As such, while I continue to search in earnest for employment, I may be forced to relocate by the current market. Away from friends, my house, and everything I love. I might be miserable and suicidal, but I'd survive.
In the meantime, I'm moderately content -- though simultaneously not -- to use this time for soul-searching and to get both my life, and my house in order. Literally on the house, mentally on the introspection.
What I've come up with so far is trying to get at the source of my resistance for finishing my degree. Mostly, I can trace my hesitation back to childish resentment. Again, I could dwell on it, but doing so would be pointless if not self-destructive. Historically and frankly honest, I started half-ass attempts in 85 and 89. Drafting in 85, which I gave up because I fell "in love", gave it all up, and moved to North Carolina. Computers in 1989 because it sounded like fun, but both met with lackluster ends by my own hands.
Now, 20-years later at 43, I *know* what I need to do, but have no way to do it. What I'm afraid of is that if I get another chance at work, I'll prioritize work (as I should) but forget about the need to do the right thing and work towards getting my degree. As of right now, I've decided that should I get the chance, I'm most interested in getting back to Architecture.
There's something soothing to the soul for me in drafting up a house, or sitting around looking at house plan books making changes in my mind as to how I'd do things better, or at least differently. Trouble I have is, Drafting and Architecture seems to have fallen out of favor in the last 20 years. Once upon a time, when such endeavors were all based on paper and driven by intelligence and talent, you could get a Bachelor's and even occasionally find a Master's degree on the subject.
Now that Architecture is all based on computers and "any idiot can design a house", it seems very difficult to find more than an Associate's degree, which indicates to me that it would be about as useful as a Doctorate in "Underwater Basket Weaving"....
There's also the subject of payment. An average Bachelor's degree is $40,000 per year, $160,000 to $200,000 to complete. How in the hell does a 43 year old EVER pay for such an education when the chances of ever making that money back (versus what I make now) are almost zero.
So, I'm sure this is all a catch 22, and I'm sure that I'm not the only one faced with such a conundrum, but for those of you who are in it, I sure could use an idea or two... After all, my only backup plan seems to be to clear out the bank account, pick up the passport, walk away from it all, and let God land me where he may.