Unemployment Sucks
I feel you man, I feel you.
All of this new-found free time during the day should theoretically give me all sorts of time to blog as much as my little heart desires. The downside of being at home for most of the day is that I’m much more prone to get stuck in a rut where I don’t pay attention to news and current events, two of my prime sources for vitriolic rants and bemused ramblings. Life indeed is difficult for the unemployed.
Just for reference and for something to do until I get acclimated with sitting on my ass during the day, here’s a quick break down of my first day as a unemployed schlub:
8:30 – stunned awake by my wife closing the front door on her way to work. I roll over and realize that I should get up.
9:00 – Finally pull myself out of bed and stumble into my office. I surf some job websites and reddit for a bit until I realize that I’m hungry.
9:10 – Miserably fail at making oatmeal. Instant oatmeal at that. This is not getting my day off on the right foot.
9:30 – Get sucked in to the new, live morning edition of SportsCenter. God, I hate Hannah Storm. Where’s John Buccigross when you need him?
10:00 – Decide that I need to get dressed and start my day. I make it to the gym and work out unenthusiastically, sleep crusties still lodged in the corners of my eyes. On the treadmill, I look around, wondering if the two other people are also unemployed or if they can tell that I am. No one told me that being unemployed would bring with it paranoia. Shit…
11:00 – Shower and feel like a new man, until I realize that it’s 11:00 and I have nothing to do for the rest of the day. I go home and keep my dogs company.
12:00 – Realize that I do have things to do, like return my old cable box and modem and return a shitty vaccuum that Sara bought from Target. Errands, a useless bastard’s best friend!
12:15 - Instead of being able to just hand Comcast my old cable box and modem, I have to sit in a goddamn waiting room with a dozen other people, take a number and wait my turn. All I have to do is give these pieces of electronics to someone, say “Thanks.” and leave, but instead I’m there for 40 minutes. Oh well, what the hell else am I going to do?
2:00 – Finally make my way back home to find that one of my freelance clients, responding to an e-mail about my current “unemployed” status, has asked if it’s permanent. I spend the next half hour reading waaaaay too much into this comment, assuming that, perhaps, they want to hire me full time. They probably just wanted to know if this means that they can lowball me and get away with it.
2:30 – Something mildly interesting on the History Channel distracts me from…something.
3:00 – Now that I know all about the Roman emperor Claudius’ reign, I feel ready to take on the rest of my day.
3:30 – Who knew that logging could be so enthralling? All of a sudden, watching a TV show about truckers on ice seems compelling. What the hell is happening to me? I thought it was Rik that had turned 30(thus being officially old enough for the History Channel’s mid-day programming), not me.
I need to get on a schedule. I really do. Until then, I’ll post a little song, just because I’ve been listening to it all day and feel the need to share. Also, Muxtape is still not back up and running. Enjoy some Young Sportsmen!
