The umpteenth anniversary of the assassination of Julius Caesar if you believe in the historical accuracy of Shakespeare. One month before tax deadline. Ten months into my underemployment
Actually, since I've been off the paid unemployment rolls, I have started referring to my situation as "forced early retirement" as opposed to "sabbatical". This choice of words seems to more accurately convey my sense that the festive part of the haitus has turned into a grudging resignation that the prospects of re-employment in my field at the same pay level as the job I left are not imminent.
My optimism about a jobfull economic recovery has been replaced by a sense of je ne sais pas. I am still confident that the growth cycle will happen - eventually. I just do not know the time frame. I am not depressed, just more cynical and pessimistic than normal. Shrinks say that cynics are more in touch with reality. Isn't that a good thing?
Et tu, Greenspan?
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