So you know that game people play where they decide who and what they’d like to take with them if they get stranded on a desert island? Well, in the last few frustrating days of underemployment and financial crisis that was only taken care of enough to be demoted to serious-to-devastating financial problem, I’ve realized something:
I’m on the island.
Here I am, with people I love, things that I love. And we’re totally marooned. By this economy. Just treading water.
At least if we’re stranded on the island, we get to be here with our ideal list, right? Except I’d like more chocolate.
[...] And the news could be, “We got a job!” or it could be, “After all that being SO CLOSE we’re still on the Island.” [...]