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I am in love. I have officially been (mostly) unemployed for over two months and I am in love with not sitting in a cubicle every day.
I just recently got hooked up with a temporary part time gig that allows me to sit in front of the computer for two hours every day and get paid, while chilling in my jammies. Needless to say, this isn't exactly strenuous. I went home for a couple weeks and the running joke in my family is that my sister who just graduated from college is going to have to support me. Hardy-fucking-har kids, but I'm cool with that.
My days consist of napping, taking long walks (sometimes on the beach), reading, writing, making sweet love to the internet, watching the news, drinking copious amounts of coffee, plotting the downfall of the republican party, listening to NPR, sitting on porches for extended periods of time, and drinking lots and lots of vino. Do you want to kill me yet?
I have a couple friends who went through recent bouts of unemployment and it completely stressed them out. In fact being out of work was almost worse than having a job due to the anxiety about money and the stigma of being twenty-something without much direction. Me? Not so much. I'll work it out one way or another, a little waitressing here, a little temping there, just enough to get me by until I can figure out how to get paid A SHIT TON of money to blog in my jammies. The other option is to marry rich - and yes, I semi-dumped on house wives once upon a time but rest assured I won't be one of those annoying housewives. I won't go to charity lunches and gaze longingly at the gardner, I will write for National Geographic and climb the Andes. (Stop laughing, fuckers.)
But, until I can find a suitable mate to bankroll my adventures or a jammie job to sustain my penchant for expensive dinners I'll just keep kicking my credit card in the balls and being self-absorbed. The bad news for you is that I'm seriously lacking in vitriol lately. The good news is that I'm back in San Francisco and am jumping head, ass, and stomach into the dating (cess) pool so there will be plenty of fodder in the upcoming months. Until then, if you have any leads on how to collect unemployment if you technically "quit" your job, let me know.
Later, losers.
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I’m totally jealous. I wanted to marry rich too but somehow my girlfriend ended up going back to school and I’m stuck in cube world. And do people actually work in cubicles as small as the ones in your pictures? ’cause those are more like library kiosks than a place where I could let my creative work juices flow. And boy do they need to flow.
Hooray for you! Enjoy that quality leisure time and let the other rats run the rat race alone for a while. I’ll think of you when i get up in about 6 hours time (at least no cubicle for me) and try to make the morning bearable with a huge caffeine fix. Oh, let me add that in about 6 hours i will officially hate you.
Love,
Frederik
(ps: if you need some vitriol for your weekly rants - that can easily be arranged)
Flatgreg- totally serious about the cubes, I worked in a place that had identical ones, well maybe a foot more on either side. But still.
Frederick - I love to be hated. Rock on.
Too tired too hate you this morning. Sorry. Enjoy the vino on the porch though.