call me heloise
I made an executive decision on Monday, after waking up depressed at the prospect of another week of unemployment, that it’s high time to quit my fucking whining. Thankfully the whining has been mostly in my head. But it’s persistent. Unemployment makes me feel like shit. Particularly this part where I’m just sitting around waiting for people to look at my resume or worse yet, waiting for the right job to open up in the first place.
So henceforth I’m going to do what I can do each morning – search the various job sites and write cover letters and throw together work samples – and then when that’s done I’m going to go live my life, and not continue to sit in front of my laptop as part of some futile stab at productivity. And I’m going to do this until mid November, because I do have a few leads out there of varying promise, which will either pan out or not by that time. And at that point – shall we give it a date? how about November 10? - I’m going to panic and drink a lot and come up with some sort of exit strategy. And I’m not talking about this right now because I’m not thinking about it right now because I really don’t want it to happen.
In the mean time! It has been two highly successful days of ignoring my unemployment. I’ve been lurking on the Craigslist Free page like a vulture, and yesterday I swooped in for a rather lovely set of bookcases. So now our house has a library. And this library no longer has my housemate’s box spring in its center, because I advertised and emailed and sold it. And then I put together my drafting table, so we now also have an art room. Yup! I’m living in pretty high style for an unemployed girl. Of course, I’m eating a lot of pasta and the other night I bought my hot chocolate with dimes. But at least I can eat my pasta in the library.
Additionally I have weeded and read and made a second batch of jam, fig this time, which involved climbing quite high in a tree. So basically I’m being a homemaker. How fucking creepy is that? Luckily I don’t have a husband or I’d probably be ironing socks. And luckily alcohol is way out of my price range.
posted by tortaluga @ 11:03 PM
5 Comments:
and again, I can relate to this homemaker and adventurer life...
In boulder I was unemployed for 8 months! I learned how to make pumpkin soup right out of the pumpkin, and curry, I did laundry all the time! I even asked for cooking utensils for christmas. (it was pretty scary). I stole grapes from the vine down the street and collected plumbs from the neglected tree in my neighbor's back yard. I fixed my bike a lot and built pinhole cameras from oatmeal boxes and directions I found online. And still I was frustrated with my un-official to-do list. I built an elaborate luna moth costume for halloween, (origin of the funky hat thing you sold at the garage sale). In retrospect it was one of the most adventurous times of my life. I learned a ton about myself, my limits, what I want to do, what I don't want to do... The day I decided to give up all hope, 2 organizations handed me great jobs. I took them both.
moral of the story... I'll send you pasta and come ride bikes and explore ruins. you have time now for great adventures. time later for jobs.
Plus, FIG JAM! And a library!
I've been using the CL for my housing search. And thinking I need to just seriously downsize into a tent-sized room which is a rent I might be able to afford.
Fret not oh fellow unemployee! It is a beautiful autumn, and should be enjoyed every day after the resumes go out.
to my favorite bee and my favorite tree: thanks!
i just made cookies. it was bound to happen sooner or later.
anyone else have a good unemployment story?
Perhaps there's a business idea in this wonderful fig jam? You design the labels, I'll put together the marketing plan. It'll be like Baby Boom without the babies and we'll be in Whole Foods in no time.
Love, your (perhaps TOO career focused) CFF,
La
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