Does anyone remember the “E” Tickets?
Well, I do. I remember hoarding the E Tickets so we could go on the best rides over and over. The most exciting. The ones that make you sick. You’d be scared witless, and then get right back in line.
And…they never EVER made enough.
At the end of the day, you were left with a fistful of A & B tickets, but who cares about the merry-go-round?
I got laid off in February. Final divorce in March. By June, I had applied for 77 jobs. Life was one continual E ride. But, it wasn’t fun. I had to hold on anyway, because I wasn’t out of the park quite yet.
Last night, the E ride ended in a couple of ways.
The night before the school year starts…The Human Resources director calls me. At 8pm. Offers me a job. Starts today.
I was so relieved and happy. I laid down in my bed, and started sobbing. Sobbing that it’s over, that I am one of the lucky ones…that I have a job…that I had $300 in my bank. For August. And now…now I have a way to make a living.
The sobbing came from relief and sorrow and joy and gratitude. And I couldn’t stop.
And, then it was light. Again.
I’d like a few A & B rides for a bit. This morning, my washing machine broke. But, I have a way to fix it, and that’s more of a C ride, anyway.
Disneyland did away with those tickets. I can’t remember when…but I know that you can’t stay on that ride indefinitely.
I am blessed.