Posted in Making our move, Observations of America, Observations of Life, Repatting, tagged credit crunch, economy, employment, fear, finance, husband, job, laid off, lay off, Life, Money, Personal, recession, redundancy, unemployment, Work on December 17, 2008 |
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I don’t want to say any more than this: my lovely husband, who is paid hourly, and normally leaves the house before 7am and often doesn’t get home until 6.30 or 7.30 or 8.30 or even later, has been getting home nearer to 3.30 or 4 for the past week and a half. Yesterday, he clocked up not even 5 hours. Work is slow, he tells me. People aren’t spending money. All the guys are getting home early. And then he adds, but this is normally a busy season. His on-call days are usually as filled up as his normal days, but last weekend he had only two quick calls.
He hasn’t yet got that all-important local license — he has to wait for the next exam date, which won’t be until spring — and, because of that, he is the least qualified of all the guys at work. And he was the last in.
I am very frightened.
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Posted in It happens to an Expat, Making our move, Observations of America, Observations of Life, Repatting, tagged health insurance, insurance, jobhunting, laid off, Life, pain, Personal, pressure, sinus, unemployment, Universal health care on May 16, 2008 |
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It was all too raw on Wednesday, so we did nothing but let it sink in and be a support to one another.
Yesterday, M began jobhunting in earnest. He was hampered by a sinus attack which set in on Wednesday morning and has yet to let up its grip, but he carried on regardless. It slows him down and dulls his responses, but we don’t have the luxury of him resting until it goes away. He made phone calls to several of the companies who interviewed in back in October — some had moved on and had nothing to offer, but one is still hiring and asked him to re-apply. At their request, we filled out their online application form last night after the girls had gone to bed — starting at 9pm, we finally finished it at 2am. M collapsed into bed. I couldn’t sleep and laid in the dark, staring at nothing for another two hours.
Today, M was up early making calls. When he woke me up, he was beginning to lose his cool. He screwed his face up and then buried it in my shoulder. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want my girls growing up here where…” His voice broke and he pulled me into him hard so his face was deeper in my shoulder, hidden from my gaze, “…where people are so vulnerable. You don’t take a job for the job, you take it for the insurance. It might be a job you hate. It might not pay enough, but you take it so your kids aren’t uninsured! What is wrong with these people that they live like this?!?” So many of the companies M spoke to offer insurance to the employee, but did not cover the family. On the starting wages he is looking at, private insurance costs for us would be crippling.
My mother and I are taking the girls out now — I don’t know where, but just out from under M’s feet, so he can make more calls, try to follow more leads. His sinuses will not let up and give him a break. But, then, neither will our circumstances.
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Posted in It happens to an Expat, Making our move, Observations of America, Observations of Life, Repatting, tagged jobloss, laid off, lay off, Life, Personal, redundancy, unemployment, Work on May 14, 2008 |
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Forty-five minutes ago, at 8.30am, someone came noisily through the front door, scaring me to death. I bundled the baby up and — she still feeding busily — tip-toed to the top of the stairs, to see who had broken into the house and how I would get the kids out. M stood there, looking up at me with a face white with shock and shoulders slumped in disbelief.
“There isn’t enough work. They’ve let me go… I’ve been laid off.”
What we have been fearing for some weeks has come true — he’s been made redundant, with no notice and only two weeks’ base severance pay. That in itself is frightening as hell, but this is a totally new country for him as well… and for me. We neither of us know how things work here. And I am in pain again. The girls are both streaming with colds, and the baby has had me up all night for the past two nights. I want to go home.
I want to go home. I want to go home, I want to go home!
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