Monday, February 04, 2008
I have a malady. Nothing that you would find in the
New England Journal of Medicine, but it's ironic that
Lynn, a one-time New Englander, has coined the phrase:
Deployment Depression strikes when you have just had the
last four months off work and you suddenly realize that
you have to go back to work. Ugh. As my Mom and I
discussed this afternoon when we spoke on the phone;
the bills don't get paid by themselves. Why is that?
They should. Especially in this day and age of electronic
bill paying and automatic deductions. Unfortunately there
has to be something in the checking account to
enable those bills to be paid. Hence this whole going to
work thing. Again...Ugh.
So Deployment Depression started to hit me a couple of
days ago. There really is only one cure (and staying
unemployed unfortunately is not it). The cure is to go
back to work; go back to the Ice, and get going on the
next seven months of my life. The Depression will disappear
almost immediately. I will see Lynn for the first time in
two weeks. I will see old friends. I will be really busy
for the next month. No drugs will be necessary to rid
myself of the depression. It's all a matter of time.
Unemployment...it was good to know you, but I must move on.
Posted by Tom Hamann at 3:00 AM