Why?

Why.....Webster's dictionary defines that word as an adverb that means "for what cause, reason or purpose, as in why did you do it". I guess like most people, I decided to blog in order to relate my experiences and opinions.

Well, truth be told, I did it to be heard. Even if it's by just one person.

Before I begin, let me state that I will use profanity, state opinions that may not qualify as politically correct, ramble at times and probably whine a bit. I've never had a blog and the only time I've ever "blogged" about anything are the posts on myspace and facebook....and those never came about unless I was pissed off or upset about something.

I'm sure some of you are wondering about the title. Seems pretty self explanatory, but I will give you a brief history of why I decided to use that title.

In 2008, I was one of the many Americans that were laid off. I had been in advertising for close to ten years. First at a midsized newspaper in Florida....and I really loved my job, then to two different agencies upon a relocation to the Atlanta area.

The first agency job I took was okay mainly because I met some wonderful people and the parent company was really good to the employees. But I wasn't really happy and started looking for something closer to home. And I found my second agency job.

It was a small company, with great potential. The financial backer was a very savvy man who was able to see the vision for this agency. They did all production in-house, had a great bunch of very talented guys in the production department, an excellent sales executive that really could have taken the company somewhere.....and a media director that was one of the most talented and amazing women I have ever had the pleasure of working for and with!

But of course, amidst all that potential, there has to be a fly in the ointment. And boy, it was a big fly.....the president/head of the company. Of course he was talented....but he just didn't trust anyone and god forbid if you had an opinion that was different than his.......so when the economy started to tank, I was the first to be laid off....and that douche-bag did it in the parking lot, while I was in my car, ready to go home. They didn't even have the courtesy to pay me for the unused vacation time I was owed.

Nice, huh?

I didn't think I would have any trouble finding a job as I had solid administrative and sales support skills, but boy was I wrong! After months of posting resumes online, going to job fairs in which you were told to post your resume on their website and never really met anyone that could actually hire you....countless hours spent at the Department of Labor listening to how you could post a resume that COULD ACTUALLY GET YOU HIRED.....I had gone to less than ten interviews. And some of those were group interviews, which, well, suck.

So, I decided to go back to school.

But of course.....things didn't end there, my boyfriend of thirteen years, who had recently started working out, told me that he had decided that he needed his space.....that he wanted to maybe have children with someone....that he hated our apartment and wanted to see other people. I guess giving him a place to stay when he lost his job and apartment, standing by him while he was in a coma for thirteen days and the hospital and rehab for another three weeks didn't count for much. I know, I know....if the love isn't there, it isn't there....but loyalty? Maybe helping me when I need it? I believe it could have been done.

So here I am....yes, I am fat. I'm also forty-eight years old. And I'm starting my life all over again.

Oy vey.