I knew it would only be a matter of time before I started to doubt my self worth and wonder at my inability to become employed. Well, apparently four-ish weeks is sufficient.
The first week of joblessness was filled with Melanie-related wedding activities. The second week was oh-so-restful. The third I got lots accomplished and relished at being able to read a book whenever the hell I wanted to. The fourth, well, things started to get boring.
I am sick of job search sites and classifieds. I am sick of television. I am sick of wearing my PJs. Who knew that was even possible?
To my credit, I HAVE driven to see friends, finished several books, supplemented my wardrobe with some frivolous shopping and discovered some nifty used bookstores.
But seriously, I'm starting to go through job withdrawals. Somebody please hire me, ASAP.
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