So we're still unemployed here.

People are interesting when you're unemployed. It seems that they either want to confirm how difficult the market is, "Did you see that such-and-such local company is laying off another fifty people?" or they want to offer suggestions, "Did you think about this-and-that company?" "I hear that Amarillo, Texas is immune to this recession. Have you looked there?"

The fact is, it's awkward for everyone. In fact, as I'm thinking about it 23 hours a day, I probably don't want to talk about it when we're hanging out. (Unless, of course, you're old buddies with the VP of Human Resources at a large firm that's hiring. Then I would love to talk shop).

The worst part is, we're trying not to freak out about this. We even gave ourselves a deadline when it'll be okay to freak out. August 1.

Last Saturday.

Yep, it's time to freak out.

It's time to become concerned that everything from the bank statements to the prescription drugs are ever-dwindling, and won't likely be replenished soon.

Should we sell our stuff? Hawk our belongings? Sell our plasma? A kidney?

Are these too drastic? What defines drastic? Because, on August 1 the rules changed. Nothing is left off of the table.

Action is needed. The time for talk is over.

Unless, of course, you're buddies with the VP of Human Resources at a large firm that's hiring. Then give us a call ...