I'll be honest; it took me a week to realize what had occurred, because I had a drink. Okay maybe, two. But I still remember when someone whispered in my ear that night, about how two people, especially the female friend of more than 10 years, crossed the line behind my back.
So now, on Monday at 2:41 am after I have e-mailed an excel spreadsheet tallying the sales totals from the weekend....and after I updated a daily lunch blog for market research...his words somewhat kind of came back to me...and I realize what had taken place here...and it doesn't feel too good.
But it is events like these that get me writing. Betrayal, financial stress, layoffs and cutbacks. I have actually steered clear of disasters for a while now. No stories to share about being underpaid, robbing Peter to pay Paul, or the escapades of the financially distressed.
For the past month, I have shifted gears. I have become a freelance TV reporter and a full time marketing manager for a small vacation resort company. My job, in a word, is unconventional…. but I love it. I never thought I would bond with vendor style employees, over the smell of funnel cakes and fake designer bags, but I really am having a great time out here.
I barely miss the daily tv adrenaline rush of running to the scene of a crime and making it back in time to put the story on the air and build a weather forecast. Although my life is still extraordinarily busy, life is calmer, simpler and I can help out my family more…. and I can still partake in what I do best…anything free.
I still enjoy free meals, the occasional free drink and I even snagged free grilled seafood and free jewelry today.
I can still share the free love with the world, handing out free travel size toiletries and free vacations...one consumer at a time.
But it seems no matter how happy I am, no matter how black the bank account balance is, no matter how many people I pick up, drop off, hire to work, share my lifestyle with, there is always, just always someone around the corner looking to hurt you....of course they'll beg and plead that it wasn't intentional....but they do hurt you...and for some reason I cannot cease to be amazed.
Within the last month, I have been let down by at least three people. If I shared the full details your mouths would be agape and you would shake your heads in disgust. Although my heart is bogged down with disappointment this very second....I'll be ok.
What's great, I am a happier person. I really am having a lot of fun out here. I have a wonderful relationship with my mother, who I 100% realize now is my best friend…. and the many woeful stories I have reported over the past few months have happy endings.
The laid off relative...has a job. My friend of a friend forced to take an unpaid vacation is back to work, my other friend who thought she was approaching foreclosure is up to date on her mortgage...and I am finally, finally meeting men who have stable jobs and are a pleasure to be around.
If you don't know me...you'll know I am not out here dating for money...I really want the real deal. But men who have been laid off, that I have met, are thoroughly depressed and are not in a mental position to be a boyfriend.
But now I am not so sure if I want to be a girlfriend. I have endured so many disappointments from friends and people I've dated, right now it seems it’s people that don't make sense, more than the economic crisis.
My little financial stress…. is finally approaching an end. I am not there yet, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel. But when it comes to people, nothing...and I mean nothing is making sense.
Ironically, those who have let me down, yet again, just so happen to be part-time employees, unemployed, or maybe when they did have work, I hired them.
The only solution for these miserable people,
