My mom’s voice on the line indicated something was wrong. My dad lost his job today. His company laid off 40 people, effective immediately. So now he’s at home, relaxing with their dog. All I could do was let out a loud gasp; mom said that was her reaction, too. After a while, though, I was able to muster, “What a bunch of dicks!” Profound, I know.
I feel awful for my dad, and my mom does too, but she explained that he’s feeling a bit of relief. He’d been unhappy in his position for at least a few years, and his job caused him tremendous stress. In fact, I assumed “Daddy” would be followed by “…had a heart attack” rather than “…lost his job.”
Now he’ll be forced to move on to (hopefully) better things. I only wish the departure could have been made on his terms rather than the company’s. He had worked there since I was a baby. He worked very, very hard, without much appreciation or reward. My dad is an amazing man who has put his family above himself and his personal desires my whole life – probably longer. I remember when he got a job at Toys R Us to supplement his income one Christmas season, so we’d wake up to find presents under the tree.
I can’t help but feel stressed out for my parents, and little guilty, for being the daughter who depends on daddy’s generosity when she overdraws her checking account or needs a “loan” (never to be repaid). I’ve been wanting to pay him back forever, but I can never catch up with my debts and expenses. I feel guilty for having a job at all. A 53 year old man should be planning for retirement, not searching for employment. But I guess that’s the way things go. I just hope he’s able to pick himself up and find a good job that’s deserving of him.