Welcome to the Day Club!
We started this blog to trade stories about losing our jobs and grappling with an increasingly sour labor market. Some of these stories are real doozies. But after a few months of free time and some really cool experiences that our busy schedules simply wouldn’t permit while we were working, our attitude toward this little gap in our resumes started changing. In short, we’ve been pleasantly surprised by our little turn of events.

So rather than just commiserating about being unemployed, we're gonna make lemonade from the lemons. Don’t get us wrong. We don’t mean to make light of the gravity of being jobless. But we have enough to remind us of that, thank you very much. Besides, we think it would be fun to share our stories about losing one life-line and finding new and unexpected ones. So after regaling us with your own unemployment story, we would love to hear how you’re surviving, and even thriving in this dreadful economy. That’s what The Day Club is all about.

So if, for whatever reason, you find yourself without gainful employment, we heartily welcome you to The Day Club. Have a look around and tell us what’s on your mind. We welcome your stories, thoughts, pictures, articles, connections, helpful hints and any other insights you may have about being in The Day Club.

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Friday, April 24, 2009

If We’re Gonna Be a Team, We Gotta Dress the Part!


A friend of mine, and fellow Day Club member, told me, the other day, of his run in with an element of the dark side of the Day Club. Apparently, he was walking home one recent evening, minding his own bidness, talking to a friend on the phone. It was dark and rainy, so he had his hood on, so even if he were paying more attention to his surroundings, his vision would have been obscured anyway. I guess all it takes is to let your guard down for a few seconds……Anyway, out of the blue and without any warning, he found himself on the business end of a nasty sucker punch, which he took on the chin, administered by one of three youngsters. After a brief scuffle and some choice words, my friend managed to extricate himself and report the incident to NYC’s Finest, who informed him that, since the mayhem started on Wall Street and Main Street, the city has been ‘hot’. Mind you, it’s still springtime in the city, so I doubt the officer was referring to prevailing temperatures.

While I salute you criminal elements of the day club for your enterprising spirit and ‘go get ‘em’ attitude, I must insist that we not resort to violence….at the very least, not within the Club! This obviously presents a problem. How is one Day Clubber to know another Day Clubber from a non-Day Clubber? …..for whatever reason. Eureka! Uniforms. I was thinking something along the lines of a utilitarian unisex bright orange jump suit. But that idea was quashed out of fear of being mistakenly picked up by the Department of Corrections, incarcerated and summarily inducted into an entirely different kind of Day Club.

I think we might just go with t-shirts with something like ‘Don’t rob me, bro! I’m in the Day Club’ emblazoned on the front and back. I’m hoping that would discourage any forceful ‘redistribution of wealth’ of the thug variety (no guarantees on the government flavor, tho). What’s more, it’s a handy segue into a whole fashionable line of Day Club couture, starting with ‘Kiss me/hug me/feed me/house me/clothe me! I’m in the Day Club’ T-shirts. Day Club fragrances can’t be far behind…..

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