DAY 84, 84, 86, 99, 105….OF UNEMPLOYMENT
Yes, I’m still on my own here. Awaking everyday to find a closet full of clothes that I didn’t realize I only wear if I’m going to work. Geesh, the money I could’ve saved because, really, if I don’t get a job soon, all this stuff is either not going to fit me anymore or be out of style and I’ll have to give it away anyway. Sad. So what do I wear you ask? What do the unemployed wear when they’re not going to work? You may not be asking that at all. You may be asking yourself, why am I reading this blog? I could be reading the New York Times bloggers where they have Dick Cavett congratulating himself or Maureen Dowd, who is suddenly turning on Obama, instead of reading about this gal’s sorry-ass life. But I’m not really writing for you am I? So go piss up a rope and get off my blog. But if you are one of the interesting, fabulous, wonderful people who read my blog, I shall continue. In fact, what do I do all day? I have decided to take a little inventory of exactly what I have been doing since the big lay off occurred.
Let’s stick to a schedule shall we?
8:36 a.m. Roll over and look at the clock and think to self, gee, I should get up now and go for that walk and meditate and start my day. Roll over and go back to sleep. Must have slept throught my 8:00 alarm.
9:45 a.m. Roll over, look and the clock and think to self, oh my god, I feel asleep for an hour. I should get up.
9:46 a.m. Sleeping.
10:30 a.m. Look at clock, decide I need to pee, pee, come back to bed and think, just five more minutes then I’ll get up.
11:46 a.m. Roll over, look at clock and think, what happened to the five minutes? Get up finally. Very carefully, because I’m usually sore from my workout the day before.
12:00 p.m. Showered, hair is air-drying because I can do that, dressed in my yoga exercise pants, a long or short sleeve tee shirt depending on the weather, and a cardigan sweater and slippers. This is my unemployment uniform of the day.
12:05-12:25 p.m. My meditation. This is preceded by a reading of some spiritual item as "food for thought" during the meditation. The meditation usually goes like this: the spiritual thought, then thoughts about money, food, angst, people, people, more money, hey, I’m not supposed to think these thoughts, back to spiritual thought, then money, people, what’s on TV tonite, the glass of wine awaiting me later, writing, laundry, money, hey, I’m not supposed to be thinking this stuff, peeking at the clock, only 10 minutes, damn, oh not supposed to swear, back to spiritual thought….you get the idea. To say I’m a work-in-progress is a vast understatement.
12:30 p.m. Turning on the computer, making coffee, making breakfast, well, lunch really.
1:30 p.m. Computer finally comes up. (!)
3:30 p.m. Done reading email, looking for jobs (?), reading newspapers online. Think to self, geez, it’s 3:30! Where did the day go? And I am a dago. I should start writing, practicing guitar, go for a walk, do laundry, clean the house.
3:31 p.m. I go back to surfing online.
4:00 p.m. Waiting for response from emails, oh yeah, people have lives and so I better check later.
4:01 p.m. Still waiting.
4:02 p.m. Turn on TV for news and to see who’s on Ellen. She’s dancing, no one interesting, change channel to Bravo and that infernal Housewives of NYC reality show that I watch now.
5:00 p.m. Oh they have another episode at 5! I watch.
6:00 p.m. I’m getting hungry. But I go for a walk.
7:00 p.m. Check shoes for dog poop, enter house.
7:30 p.m. Clean and shiny again after shower, making dinner.
8:00 p.m. Eating dinner which consists of a piece of celery, an egg and a slice of cheese in front of TV watching some episode on any station at 8:00.
11:00 p.m. Turn off TV, think to self; gee, I should really go to bed. Pick up a book and read until…
2:00 a.m. Go to bed. Write post-it note of list of To-Do’s for tomorrow including laundry, guitar practice, novel writing, screenplay writing, yoga, walking, job search, playwriting, agent submissions and cleaning house. Realize I won’t do any of that so cross it out and stick a reminder up that Housewives of NYC is on at 4 and 5 p.m. on Bravo. Whatever I’m doing I need to stop and watch then.
Dream all night about weird shit and wake up and write it down to talk about with my therapist.
End of day.
End of blog.
By the way, this blog was on my list of things to do yesterday. Actually, more like two weeks ago but I am getting to it. And I pat myself on the back for that.
Someone said it’s St. Patrick’s Day and I never understood exactly what I was supposed to care about on this day. Drinking? Um, no, I’m in recovery. Shall I eat a baked potato? I don’t know. Shall I plant a kiss on the Guinness salesman? I will, if I can find one. Maybe I should just get on a plane to Ireland. That sounds more like it.
Let’s stick to a schedule shall we?
8:36 a.m. Roll over and look at the clock and think to self, gee, I should get up now and go for that walk and meditate and start my day. Roll over and go back to sleep. Must have slept throught my 8:00 alarm.
9:45 a.m. Roll over, look and the clock and think to self, oh my god, I feel asleep for an hour. I should get up.
9:46 a.m. Sleeping.
10:30 a.m. Look at clock, decide I need to pee, pee, come back to bed and think, just five more minutes then I’ll get up.
11:46 a.m. Roll over, look at clock and think, what happened to the five minutes? Get up finally. Very carefully, because I’m usually sore from my workout the day before.
12:00 p.m. Showered, hair is air-drying because I can do that, dressed in my yoga exercise pants, a long or short sleeve tee shirt depending on the weather, and a cardigan sweater and slippers. This is my unemployment uniform of the day.
12:05-12:25 p.m. My meditation. This is preceded by a reading of some spiritual item as "food for thought" during the meditation. The meditation usually goes like this: the spiritual thought, then thoughts about money, food, angst, people, people, more money, hey, I’m not supposed to think these thoughts, back to spiritual thought, then money, people, what’s on TV tonite, the glass of wine awaiting me later, writing, laundry, money, hey, I’m not supposed to be thinking this stuff, peeking at the clock, only 10 minutes, damn, oh not supposed to swear, back to spiritual thought….you get the idea. To say I’m a work-in-progress is a vast understatement.
12:30 p.m. Turning on the computer, making coffee, making breakfast, well, lunch really.
1:30 p.m. Computer finally comes up. (!)
3:30 p.m. Done reading email, looking for jobs (?), reading newspapers online. Think to self, geez, it’s 3:30! Where did the day go? And I am a dago. I should start writing, practicing guitar, go for a walk, do laundry, clean the house.
3:31 p.m. I go back to surfing online.
4:00 p.m. Waiting for response from emails, oh yeah, people have lives and so I better check later.
4:01 p.m. Still waiting.
4:02 p.m. Turn on TV for news and to see who’s on Ellen. She’s dancing, no one interesting, change channel to Bravo and that infernal Housewives of NYC reality show that I watch now.
5:00 p.m. Oh they have another episode at 5! I watch.
6:00 p.m. I’m getting hungry. But I go for a walk.
7:00 p.m. Check shoes for dog poop, enter house.
7:30 p.m. Clean and shiny again after shower, making dinner.
8:00 p.m. Eating dinner which consists of a piece of celery, an egg and a slice of cheese in front of TV watching some episode on any station at 8:00.
11:00 p.m. Turn off TV, think to self; gee, I should really go to bed. Pick up a book and read until…
2:00 a.m. Go to bed. Write post-it note of list of To-Do’s for tomorrow including laundry, guitar practice, novel writing, screenplay writing, yoga, walking, job search, playwriting, agent submissions and cleaning house. Realize I won’t do any of that so cross it out and stick a reminder up that Housewives of NYC is on at 4 and 5 p.m. on Bravo. Whatever I’m doing I need to stop and watch then.
Dream all night about weird shit and wake up and write it down to talk about with my therapist.
End of day.
End of blog.
By the way, this blog was on my list of things to do yesterday. Actually, more like two weeks ago but I am getting to it. And I pat myself on the back for that.
Someone said it’s St. Patrick’s Day and I never understood exactly what I was supposed to care about on this day. Drinking? Um, no, I’m in recovery. Shall I eat a baked potato? I don’t know. Shall I plant a kiss on the Guinness salesman? I will, if I can find one. Maybe I should just get on a plane to Ireland. That sounds more like it.
posted by Maria @ 2:18 PM
1 Comments:
At January 8, 2010 3:27 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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