Well it took 12 years but it finally happened. It seems that economy caught up with me and I am now a statistic. I became one of the many newly unemployed. Now I could say that I am angry, worried, maybe even a little distraught, but the funny thing is I am not. I don't know why I just do. Maybe it's because I worked at the same company since I was 18. I have been going to the same place for over 12 years and getting my paychecks every 2 weeks. I can honestly say that I will and do miss it but as I sat in front of the TV today thumbing through the classifieds I found my mind wondering. Not about the place but about the people. How so and so doing with her cold,and is whats his face going to be ok with the extra work load. Believe it or not I began to feel guilty about being let go. I know I will be ok, I have been through worse times than this. But what I guess I miss the most is the people that became my extended family. When I moved here I had no one, I moved to a strange city with no family and no friends. People took me in as a brother, friend, uncle and so on. I went to their homes for Christmas, Thanksgiving and New Years. Now I know just because I don't work there anymore that I have sever my connection to them, but it's just strange not seeing them everyday. That's what I'm going to miss the most. My friends, my family.
