Allow me a moment to talk about the economy. It’s pretty scary right now, so if you’ve lost your job, or worry every day about your current job, my thoughts go out to you. I lost my job at the end of November after more than 20 years with my newspaper company, as part of a company-wide layoff. Even with a severance package, getting shown the door is truly one of those grown-up events you can’t imagine when you’re a kid.
It’s hard to enjoy life when you’re looking for work, and you know most every employer is cutting back. It’s hard to plan. Long rides offer only brief respite from the gnawing anxiety. Life starts to feels like that moment when they wake you up at a control after 90 minutes sleep.
One thing I learned from this crisis: I had more friends than I realized, and they really wanted to help. A cycling buddy of mine immediately took me on as a freelancer, which gave me some income and the opportunity to keep working. Thanks Mike. A shop manager even offered to give me some hours building bikes. (For both our sakes, I didn’t take him up on the offer!) A couple of editors in my former company also sought to give me some freelance work.
Then, a professional colleague — out of the blue — recommended me for a full-time opening here in D.C., and I got the job. I started on Tuesday at The Washington Times, where I am writing for the digital news desk.
I feel humbled by the generosity of those who came to my aid and stood by me in an uncertain time — that means you, MG.
Hang in there everybody. We’re all in this together.