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Deborah Sosin

Deborah Sosin
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I'm a writer, editor, diarist, singer, and psychotherapist, working on a 1960s memoir: "Where Is Luv? A Teenager's Diary of Hope, Passion, and Total Confusion." Since 2006, I've been a cast member in the comedy show "Mortified," reading from my angst-ridden adolescent diaries. I facilitate "Write It Like It Is" workshops and groups in the Boston area. ("Debfeb" is a nickname related to my birth month.) Visit http://www.deborahsosin.com/ for more!

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AUGUST 24, 2009 8:03AM

As If Getting Laid Off Weren't Enough

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  • July 28. Get laid off. Last day August 27.
  • Frozen left shoulder. Excruciating pain. Contemplate suicide. See physical therapist. Scream like injured hyena. Contemplate homicide. Regain range of motion. Change mousing hand from left to right.
  • Carpal tunnel symptoms in right hand from compensatory mousing.
  • Staph infection in sensitive area. Walk like cowboy. First type antibiotic doesn’t work. Doctor lances boil. More copays. Second type antibiotic works but causes nausea, diarrhea, racing thoughts, insomnia.
  • Buy farm store lettuce that’s rotten inside. Dig out receipt to save. Notice $2.15 charge for asparagus. Didn’t buy asparagus.
  • Take sick day. Work on launching website. Accidentally click on pop-up. Infect computer. Call Norton Symantec help line. Feel helpless. Agree to spend $99.99 for remote repair. Nap while "Sam" controls my computer from Philippines for three hours. Cry.
  • Heat rash in sensitive area. Walk like cowboy with cotton stuffed in underwear.
  • Find out wonderful, quiet, considerate, cat-sitting, snow-shoveling, grocery-bag-lifting, plant-watering downstairs neighbors are moving out in September.
  • Get up 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday to drive 2.5 hours to Tanglewood Music Center to hear pianist Garrick Ohlsson rehearse Brahms. Garrick not scheduled till afternoon. Hear boring morning rehearsal. Family reunion, picnic on grounds. Escape heat and humidity under tree. Note parents’ slower gait and shorter stature. Feel sad. Garrick begins at 3:30. Security asks us to vacate grounds at 4:00. Tell security Garrick is family friend, came to say hi. Listen raptly near stage. Discover beach chairs, backpacks, coolers missing from lawn. Fret. Rush backstage at 4:30. Garrick already gone. Retrieve items at lost and found.
  • Go to Shaw’s Market to Xerox  Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle by slipping out magazine section then replacing paper, saving $6.00. Copier out of order. Cry while testing for decent cantaloupe.
  • Find blood spot near litter box. Call vet. Call wonderful cat-loving neighbor to help me corral Sascha, who darts from under couch and disappears. Check everywhere. Conjure image of vaporized cat. Find Sascha deep inside closet I’d already checked four times. Haul both cats to vet in 92-degree heat. Grateful that shoulder works. Misplace keys in vet’s bathroom. Sascha negative for infection. Sophia needs monitoring, possible antibiotic. Both get complimentary nail trim. Pay $164. Cry. Remember laughter yoga techniques. Laugh. Cry and laugh simultaneously.
  • “Check engine” light on dashboard as I pull into office parking lot two hours after cat incident. Go into denial.
  • Shared office printer jams while printing out personal essay. Hope nerdy administrator guy doesn’t read.
  • Sunglass lens pops out after physical therapy. Nice optician fixes for free.
  • Notice clear fluid dripping from under car. Call mechanic. Told not to worry, “check engine” could mean one of 182 things. Make appointment for August 31. Pray.
  • TGIF! Hunker down for baseball. Red Sox undefeated against Yankees at Fenway this year. Red Sox lose 20-11.
  • Saturday morning yoga class for first time in weeks. Community center freshly painted and floors shellacked. Stay near window. Inhale toxic fumes. Get buzzing headache.
  • Hunker down to edit new website. Get Google “Oops” message for six hours. Change from Internet Explorer to Firefox. Problem solved.
  • One of my soon-to-be-ex-bosses calls at 8:40 a.m. Sunday. Flew in from California. Credit card embargoed by hotel for unknown reason. Asks me to drive to downtown Boston and loan her $100 till Monday. Contemplate homicide. Go to ATM. Drive to Boston. Give her $120. Feel virtuous.
  • Car stalls out on way to Shaw’s for puzzle and groceries. Conjure image of waiting for AAA in heat and humidity. Car restarts. Avoid buying perishables.
  • Cook nonperishable dinner. Get indigestion. Drop Tums in cats’ water bowl.
  • Reminder call from dentist. Two crown preps on August 28. “Bring $800 down payment.”
  • Search Internet (using Firefox) for How to File an Unemployment Claim.
  • Email this essay to Mom and Dad. Mom replies: “Fact or fiction? Is all that really true? With the infections and the cats? What a disastrous tale of woe. Are you OK? Concerned, Mom xoxoxox Love you.”
  • Email Mom: “Yes, it's true. I’m fine. Don’t worry. Looking forward to new horizons. xoxo."

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Ouch. Just ouch. (I'm guessing last night's game didn't help, either.)

I hope you got your $120 back!
It's not god, just the spectre of Cheney. Depending on which religion is your poison, two may look similar.
Welcome to life after getting laid off!
So sorry but you are one funny fucker. This was hilarious!

Great work.
Such a stark, clever, effective way of saying that life, with all its pleasures, can and does suck much of the time. Well done Deborah, and hope your woes big and small clear up.
I know I may be inviting the wrath of the gods by saying this, but...look at this way: It probably can't get any worse, right?

(looks around nervously, edges slowly out of room)

In all seriousness, though--youch! Rough few days. But just think how awesome it'll be when you hit the upside of the cycle again.

And, yeah, in my experience, bad things happen in clumps. I never lost a job without losing a boyfriend, a pet, a car, my health, or all of the above within a week of being unemployed.
It sure does go like this. Good thing you can laugh a bit.

The "check engine" light: My guess since it stalled and re-started is that the last time you bought gas the attendant didn't make the gas cap click a few times. The car stalled when a vapor lock occurred. Disconnect negative battery cable for 10 minutes. Re-connect. Check engine light will be off. Re-set clock and radio stations. Change gas stations. Place black electrician's tape over spot on dashboard where check engine light shows.Don't peak again.

Clear liquid was your air conditioner condensation. It means it works ! Ta-dah
My husband was hospitalized Friday night; I don't know if he has dual coverage or not; got flat tire on way home from hospital last night to pick up more stuff and bring back to him; puppy not getting any attention; new grass must be watered daily. Cry. Cry. Cry.

Great list.
You live at my house, don't you?

Change your list to Positive Affirmations, Law of Attraction, Manifest the good......
I don't suppose reminding you of the old "when it rains it pours" thing would help...I didn't think so.....In November or December when you are out of cash and groceries see if your then ex-boss is there for you to return the favor....You are a much better person than I. Had it been me I would have had to remind her that I had just been the victim of a lay-off which she was most likely privy and party to.....and no I can't afford to lay out cash to people who would lay me off....
Deb, you are hysterical. I commend you for keeping a sense of humor through all of this. I hope you laugh more than you cry as you get through this. Thanks for sharing.
Deborah, you made my day. I've had similar luck lately and I just had to smile when I read your tale of woe. Keep up the good work. You're a very entertaining and wise writer.
That damn Check engine light. Always comes on at the worst times of your life!
I'm just happy to read another crier's tale. I got laid off months ago... my layoff was really the last link in my chain of awful, terrible, no-good days: dying father leaving adored mother/then not dying nor leaving, evil step-sibling drama, car accident totaled my car and my back/neck, lost my job, etc. etc. country song favorite.

When everything falls apart it's ALWAYS the silliest things that start the waterworks, no? Let it out. And know that there is a woman weeping in Georgia who feels your pain. :)
Thanks, all, for the feedback and encouragement and automotive advice. Much obliged! I hope those of you going through tough times (looks like a lot of us) can remember to breathe and laugh, too. And to people and family who wrote worrying if I'm suicidal, many reassurances that I intend to kvetch for many years to come. In fact, I just came home to Sascha vomiting under the bed. Gotta get the paper towels. Onward!
This sounds like you need chocolate!
Oh, and good thoughts flying to you - at least your sense of humor is intact!
~rocco and rusty
Oh, this is a classic, Deborah. I only wish I'd thought of it first. Yesterday, I backed my car into my husband's car...and that was before breakfast...one of those days.

Hope the well-deserved EP and cover is just the beginning of a long streak of good luck. Really funny post, and one many of us can relate to.
Yes, Deb, it could be worse. *My* mom would've written back:

"Give me a break. Blame Obama if you are having a crappy day. Suck it up."

Ahh...motherly love.
Very funny post. Keep a copy in your wallet as an aide memoire for when you're CEO and your ex-boss calls to return the $120 - and ask YOU for a job! Life is a series of peaks and valleys, Deb, and this has been one deep valley so you should expect to be scaling a mighty peak next ;).
Mmm. Chocolate. Except for the sugar rush and reflux.

Got my $120 back plus tolls. :-)

Stay safe, everyone. Things have got to get better!
Your Mom has your email address? What were you thinking?
Steve, not only does Mom have my email address but she has my blog addresses! Heaven forfend! ;-)
Deborah, this sidesplitting list of woes is such a fun and intelligent way to induce humor into what must've been a distressing time. Hope you continue to laugh as you march bravely on!