Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Much as I enjoy the warm temps and daily sunshine here, I’m missing the ocean.
Things are getting tougher by the day. We are getting to the point of needing to make some hard decisions, just like many others in our wayward economy. I don’t dwell on it much in these web pages, but it’s a task we face daily.
The prospects for Marc continuing on project work in commercial construction do not look particularly good at this point. It’s been an exercise in frustration for him to send off resume after resume with absolutely no response, not even a form letter email back acknowledging receipt. One time he did get through to the owner of a construction firm who is bidding on some work here in Yuma, and the guy informed Marc that he has received over 750 resumes recently for Superintendent work. WHAT???
Ok, so what are the odds of even getting noticed in that sort of crush? Does Marc’s resume contain enough of the “key” words to even make it past all the filters that companies are now employing to whinny out the “losers”? Our gut feeling is: no. Daily, Marc networks his contacts like a crazy man. I’m sure they are tired of hearing from him.
What’s next? We support a park model parked at the ocean where we dearly love to be, but that costs us monthly to sit there vacant. In Yuma, we own this place outright. Beyond utilities and cheap property taxes, we sit here in the sun for free. So we question whether it makes sense to have the park model transported here for permanent setup. Or should we try and sell it? My beautiful dollhouse, where I love staying…gosh, that doesn’t seem right either. Besides, who has money to buy anything these days? Do you notice anything at all selling? We don’t. Anywhere.
How long do we go on looking for construction work? What comes next? Do we consider going back to workamping? It’s fun, we can be in a lovely location like a national park, and we can sweat bullets because the income will not be enough to support what we need it to. It’s bad enough losing our health insurance; what else will we lose working for $8 an hour?
Which way to turn? It seems that the decisions weigh heavily on us—each having repercussions that may not be pleasant and that will change our lives forever. I always thought our saving grace was that we are highly mobile. I don’t know anymore; in this economy what will work to not face losing everything because we are out of work? Will the ship of state turn things around quickly enough or will the sleazy bankers continue to gobble up everyone else’s piece of the pie in their continued greed? All I feel is the clock ticking like some Goddamn bomb.