That’s the number of people now unemployed due to layoffs. It feels odd to me that I’m part of that number. I think of people being layed off as that other person up the road, not me. I think mostly of Ed and Connie and pray that he finds a job soon. His ends in April.
I got a phone call from a reader yesterday. He was worried about me. Wanted to come out and take me to lunch, to make sure I’m okay. I’m not used to having people worry about me in that fashion. I am a very fortunate person and I realize it every single day.
I heard a woman yakking this morning about the ways to treat people who’ve been let go.
– Don’ t tell them it’s not fair.
– Do help them look for another job.
– Do help them update their resume.
-Don’t tell them not to worry.
Duh. Where do they get these talking heads from?
I think it’s perfectly okay to say to somebody it’s not fair. It won’t change anything but it’s an affirmation of what they are feeling and there’s nothing wrong with that. I have some other suggestions of my own after two weeks of being unemployed. I think they are very practical suggestions but you do with them what you will.
– Buy them a new houserobe. That way they’ll at least look good while they mope around the house.
– Offer to take them on a cruise and you pay for it. Trust me, they’ll forget all about being unemployed.
– Give them gift cards to local bookstores. That way they have a reason to get up and get dressed. They can hang out and read books like The Secret or How to Become a Millionaire God’s Way.
– Hire them a personal trainer. If they can’t have a good job they can at least have a hard body, plus you’ll be employing somebody in the process.
-Offer to let them have your river house. Don’t expect to get it back soon, however. It looks like this thing might drag out for awhile. If you really want to be generous tell them where the keys to the boat and the beer cooler are kept.
Hey, these are just a few suggestions, feel free to make your own list and post it below. Meanwhile, don’t worry about me. I could use the personal trainer but otherwise, I’ve transitioned quite smoothly back into my role as the woman who sits in the chair all day long, pretending to write the next nation’s next bestseller. It won’t be long, I’m sure, before you’re sitting around in your tattered houserobe listening to me yakking on Good Morning America, again.