I got fired from my day job. It wasn’t much of a surprise; in fact, I probably deserved it, although I do think it was a little harsh of them to fire me the day before the holidays. I mean, the whole world shuts down over the holidays – how is a person supposed to find a badly paid, soul-crushing job at Christmas?
Anyway, today marks my third day of proper unemployment – all the good people of the world have gone back to their jobs, leaving only junkies, old people and writers to wander the streets by daylight.
I’m not strictly unemployed, yet. I still have my part time gig as a movie reviewer and news-recycling unit to fall back on, although sadly it only pays enough to cover half my rent each week. I’ve a meeting with my boss at the site tomorrow – he says he wants to have a “chat”, and I don’t know whether that means good news (more work!) or bad news (you’re double-fired). I haven’t seen the guy in about three months – he could have absolutely anything up his sleeve. Maybe he just wants to tell me about his sex-reassignment surgery. That would at least explain where he’s been all this time.
Anyway, unemployment is boring. It’s almost as boring as working. I’ve been applying for plenty of jobs, and writing the odd article for the site, but apart from that it’s all just sleeping and fretting about money.
Allow me to break it down in list form.
Walking out to the mailbox in your pajamas.
Finding oneself torn between buying medicine and buying beer (beer won).
Baked beans every day.
If I had a yard, and I chose to put the contents of my kitchen in the yard for some reason, it would look like this. But smaller.