Like many others, I was furloughed when the Covid-19 quarantine began. At the time, it was a relief. My kids were home from school, so I wouldn’t have to worry about scrambling for childcare. We are lucky that we do not depend on the small income that I brought home, unlike many other families in Louisiana, whom I sincerely sympathize with. As my furlough approached the 26-week mark, the company decided to lay off most of the staff. I was included in that number.
Even though I completely understand the company’s decision, and respected which employees they brought back, it was still a shock. I planned to go back after Labor Day. It seemed like the best plan was to let my kids get settled back in school before adding something else to our family’s schedule. I know I didn’t get fired, but I have never involuntarily left a job before. While it wasn’t something I could feasibly do long term, I enjoyed it and I wasn’t quite ready to let it go yet. The job was for me. It gave me a purpose outside of the home. It was a reason to get dolled up on weekdays (I love getting dolled up). My coworkers were young, kind, and funny. I genuinely enjoyed their company and being at work.
In a time of such financial crisis for so many families, I feel silly being sad over this. I do count my blessings. My husband is a wonderful provider for our family, and my unemployment status does not affect our household. While I hate to come off as poor whiny little SAHM, I can’t help but feel a little lost. I wish I was content to stay in my quiet house to cook and clean all day, but that just isn’t me. Staying still and being quiet have never been my thing. The last time I was unemployed, I had 2 babies keeping me running. I am a believer in the saying “everything happens for a reason.” There is a next move for me out there, I just have to figure it out.
