Between the two of us over the past few months Charlie (my dear husband of nearly 30 years, also known as my "DH") and myself have managed to be downsized (him) and finalize the sale of my book of business (me- I was a Series 6, 63 and 65/life-annuities-variable contracts registered representative) - to the tune of $5,000 owed in taxes last month, at a time when nearly zero income has been a-coming in.
We are viewing this turn of events philosphically and I have found contentment in doing both respite care for the disabled child of a friend, taking on new volunteer responsibilities, and canvassing for progressive non-profits. He and our youngest daughter are spending every dollar that we have (her college money, our scant savings) to launch a jewelry store/art gallery.
We both looked for jobs for a while and decided that the ratrace has seen quite enough of us.
From the LA Times, by Barbara Ehrenreich (the author of "Bait and Switch: The (Futile) Pursuit of the American Dream" and "Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America.")
Trying to find a job is not a job
QUOTE Picture it: People across America rising at the usual time, suiting up in full corporate regalia and setting themselves down at their laptops to fiddle with resumes, peruse Monster.com and pester everyone on their address lists for leads. Some people have no doubt found jobs in this manner, but there have been no scientific comparisons of the technique with, say, printing a resume on a sandwich board and parading around Times Square. UNQUOTE
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