Wow, where to start. This has been an interesting year for me and my family. In one single year I have become more involved in politics than I ever have been and later the same year almost entirely detached from it. Our lives have gone through many changes this year and the roller coaster ride we have been on is nowhere near over. I started this year much as I had many such years before, far better than some in the past. I was the Director of Information Technology for the same environmental laboratory in Fort Worth, TX that I had been for the past few years. My wife was working in the oil and gas industry and my kids were busy with all their activities. I was actively posting on the site, watching the news with a passion, listening to nothing but talk radio on my commute and more active in the political landscape than I had ever been. On January 20th, 2009 I helped reconstitute the Parker County Young Republicans a local political action group that had been inactive in our community for far too long. I watched in February as the new administration began laying the ground work for the policy changes promise by the newly elected President and anxiously tried to discern the future of our nation.
I had not been affected much by the housing crisis that struck the nation in late 2008 and Texas was weathering the faltering economy very well indeed. All that changed in for us in March. Texas had been in a natural gas boom for the past few years, but as more serious talk of Cap and Trade laws began to percolate to the surface in Washington, the industry that my wife worked in began to hesitate. Unsure of their future and fearing the crippling taxes that these new laws would bring, the major players in the natural gas industry began scaling back their expansion and growth. Coupled with the collapse of Bear Stearns, a major creditor to this industry, a serious blow was dealt to the boom that had been feeding the Texas economy for the past few years. Massive layoffs in all areas of the industry followed and my wife was caught up in them. She lost her job early in March and we lost a good deal more than half of our household income. We did not worry, though. We had a good amount of money put back and my salary could sustain us, al be it not as comfortably as we had grown accustomed to. As so many other American families were forced to do, we cut out unnecessary spending and tightened our belts quite a bit.
It was about this time that I began getting involved in the TEA Party movements. I helped organize the first event in our community and I soon realized I had good reason to be so concerned. It seemed there was no rest for the weary and I found out very quickly that our Federal government does not mind kicking you when you are down any more than any other pimp that expects his money the moment he demands it. Upon filing our taxes that year, we discovered that my wife had earned just a tad bit too much money in the last two months of 2008. This had unfortunately pushed us into an entirely different bracket than what we were before. I also discovered that the Federal government was not content to just tax those last two months, nor even that last quarter, at the increased rate. It seemed that since my wife was a contractor by definition, they thought it completely fair to tax her entire income at this new rate. It essentially doubled the tax burden that we had calculated for the final quarter of 2008 and we had no where near enough to cover it, especially with only a single income now coming into our home. We were screwed. Because my wife had worked a few extra weekends and been a tad more successful in the last two months of 2008, we were slammed with an increased tax burden that claimed just under 40% of her annual income. Seriously? Forty frakking percent? Yes, I believe that I am Taxed Enough Already.
We struggled on throughout the rest of the year and even managed a small, inexpensive vacation to Colorado because some friends of ours were kind enough to loan us their condo in Pagosa Springs free of charge, so it only cost us gas and food to take a really nice vacation with the kids. However, upon arriving back home and returning to work, I knew things were not well. A couple of weeks after my return I noticed people walking through my department, examining my hardware and asking questions about our internal systems. I knew right away who these people were. They were ‘the Bobs’. After the second set came through and began asking pointed technical questions that were certainly not the business of any normal visitors touring our lab, I confronted my boss only to have my suspicions confirmed. After nearly four years of service and dedication to the lab in question, countless late nights and weekends, while never receiving a raise in salary and having benefits constantly reduced as a key manager for the ‘good of the company’, it seemed that my job was being shopped out without so much as a kind word to me. Not just my job, but my entire department. In a brilliant stroke of idiocy, forced understandably upon them by the worsening economy, my company had decided to outsource its technology services. Now this might be all well and good for a company our size that was a bakery or manufacturing plant, but seeing as how their entire business model consists of the acquisitions, collection, analysis and delivery of data in a timely manner to their customers, this was an insane choice. Not to mention that our entire company operated on an complex hybrid database system that was heavily customized and modified, primarily by me, over the last few years of usage. Should this system fail or go down, our entire operation ground to a halt. A lesson thought to have been learned the hard way in early 2006 when such a crash almost put our laboratory out of business, yet apparently it was not. The hammer fell in September of this last year. After spending more than two weeks trying to train and prepare the technology outsourcing company to deal with our complicated infrastructure, a process that was supposed to have taken three days, I worked my last day. I lost my job on September 20th, 2009, thirty-five years to the day that I was born. After four years, I was ushered out with two weeks of severance and a ‘Sorry. Good luck’. It was not the best of birthday presents. I later learned that more than a third of their workforce followed close behind me.
The next two months were hard as we had absolutely no major income coming into our home. I had started refereeing soccer for our local association early in the fall and took to doing onsite computer service and repair for businesses in the local area, while both my wife and I frantically looked for work. I volunteered to ref every game they would throw at me, but between it and the occasional service work I was doing it was not enough. We began tearing through our savings very quickly. When we had been hit with the enormous tax news five months earlier, we had decided that since there absolutely no way to cover our tax burden that we should hold on to the money that we had, just in case we had to live on it. In hind sight, it was a wise choice. We used it to pay off and ahead what we could and did our best to live on what I was bringing in, finally having to go on unemployment benefits for just over a month.
Finally in November we caught a glimpse of light as the company whose software I had supported for the past three years at my laboratory, decided that it would have been a shame to let my knowledge and experience with their product go to waste. I was hired as a contractor for them in the last few weeks of November. You can bet I was giving thanks at Thanksgiving. It started out slowly, working only a few hours a week as they ramped up my position. It felt nice to work for a company that was actually excited to have you on board and not leaving you with a sense that you were simply lucky to have a job. Since they essentially created this position for me, it took a few weeks to get up to speed, but I am now pulling almost full time hours each week, with more and more on the horizon.
The trials were not entirely over as we lost a vehicle right after I got my job. My wife’s car just stopped running one day. She would start and run so long as you kept feeding her gas, but the second she went to idle… dead as a post. With only me working, and most of that being from home, we decided we could live with one vehicle and let it sit in the drive for then next few weeks. Around this time, my wife started getting some good prospects on jobs again. It seemed as the threat of Cap and Trade began to wane under stout resistance from the public and in the face of the Climategate discoveries, some of the oil and gas companies were cautiously looking to resume their exploration of the Barnett Shale fields, so we were once again hopeful. On the Friday before Christmas my wife returned from dropping our children off at school with tears filling her eyes as she entered the house. On the way back from school, the entire electrical system in my truck had failed. Nothing worked. By the time I got out to inspect it, the truck was dead as could be. What now? I was not sure how much more of this I could take. I returned that afternoon from picking up my vehicle and the early Christmas present from my parents in the form of a new alternator for my truck, to once again find my wife in tears. I could not imagine what had happened in the short time I had been gone, but I was fairly sure that I could easily be the last straw my sanity could take. When I asked what was wrong she simple looked at me and said, “I got the job. I start tomorrow.”
Christmas was still a tight one around here, there was no where near as much under the tree as their has been in the past, but to the immense pride of a parent and credit to my children, their lists were quite small themselves this year. They knew and in knowing they did not ask for much at all. Thanks to the help of our families, both hers and mine, we were able to give them a decent Christmas after all. My oldest son even got his wish for a White Christmas, something I cannot recall in at least twenty-five years in where I live. Not one such as we had this year, complete with snowball fights, snowmen, snow ice cream and all the trappings of real winter wonderland. At least for three days, that is. Snow just does not last long here in Texas.
By the grace of God, we start a new year having survived a very difficult one. It will take us some time to recover having fallen from a combined income well in excess of $150,000 to one of a couple of hundred bucks a week when worked every soccer game that I could possibly get my hands on, but just knowing it is coming is a gigantic burden lifted from my shoulders. I now work for a wonderful software development company out of North Carolina as the regional Sales and Implementation Engineer. I love my work and my wife is back doing what she enjoys as well. We are about to start a new soccer season where I will coach my new U6 Wildcats, hopefully to another winning season and cheer on my daughters U9 team and my oldest son’s U12 Select team. Life is decent and getting better by the day.
Time I get back to one of the things that gave me so much joy and entertainment. More posts to follow.