I'm unemployed for a day and I've compiled a list of why this one day is The Best Ever!!
1. I have an excuse to watch my latest vice until 2 in the morning Sunday night: The L-Word.
*Disclaimer: I may watch the L-Word but that does not mean I am a lesbian. It's just a really good show about good looking lesbians. And after a few episodes, all that girl-on-girl sex becomes quite boring anyway. I mean, really, gorgeous lesbians having all that sex? It's fiction all the way. I say: Just bring on the drama ladies!! Makes my life feel so....normal!*
2. I get to sleep in!
Screw the gym. I'm unemployed! Does that not entitle me to lay around and get fat(er)!? Abso-fuckin-lutely!! So I slept in all the way to 7. Yah, I'm totally living on the edge!
3. I get to catch up on day time TV.
(If I wanted to.)
4. I can get a start on all my "to do" projects.
(Or not.)
5. I can reacquaint myself with napping.
(Which I plan on doing in about 10 minutes.)
6. I get to feel like a "kept woman" for a day. "Honey, can I have some money to go shopping? Oh, never mind. Can I just have your credit card?"
7. I can lay back and think of all the things I could be doing. (Cleaning the closets, organizing my clothes, cleaning the fridge.)
8. I can prepare a healthy hot lunch ready for the boy and make warm chocolate chip cookies for an after school treat. Problem with that is he's (nearly) 15 with raging hormones - my breathing totally pisses the kid off. I think I'll just let him do his thing instead.
9. I can slave all day in the kitchen preparing some incredible gourmet meal for dinner.
(i.e., "Is this Gondola Pizza? Great. Can I have a large.....")
10. Or I can go to my nail appointment, check out my new parking spot to prepare myself for tomorrow (and for every day after that), hand in my old building and parking pass and meet some friends for lunch like I was planning on doing.
You know, there's not nearly enough time in a day. This unemployment business deserves at least a week to be enjoyed to the fullest. I think it should be researched further.
It's fabulous for about three weeks. Then every person you've ever met (and ever will meet) starts asking you how your job-hunting is going. And asking. And asking.
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