15% of African-Americans Are Unemployed, and Today I Became One of Them

Everyday you hear of companies laying off workers. You see the faces and listen with compassion as you hear the stories. It affects you, but it does not really become personal until it becomes personal and today for me it became just that. I lost my job today but it was not as if I did not see it coming. I think I saw the tide turning months ago but I did not want to see it. I wanted to just hope against hope that things would miraculously change. As I was packing up my desk I thought of the book Who Move My Cheese by Spencer Johnson. In it the author uses two mice and two little people to illustrate the point as they scurry around looking for cheese. Cheese could symbolize anything in your life. They had been used to getting the cheese from one particular place and it had simply disappeared, but the reality was it had been dwindling for a long time, but they refused to see it. So once it was gone they had a decision to make. Did they sit and gripe or start looking for more cheese in other places. At this point I am still taking it all in. I have not started looking for more cheese, but I know I will eventually have to, and I also know that sitting and griping is not an option for me. The first thing I will do is re-read the book, and over the next few days I will develop a strategy. Today I am one of the unemployed, but that is not a definition I wish to have for long.

PS If you know of anyone looking for a writer let me know!!!!!

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  • Ann Brock  On July 15, 2009 at 1:09 pm

    I am sorry to read that you have lost your job. But, this I can honestly say you are a wonderful gifted writer. Good Luck! I love reading your blog.

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