Received one week of unemployment, so I know what we’ll be living on. My hopes for genteel poverty are dashed entirely. It will be more like abject poverty. Knowing this has, however, done nothing to motivate to search any harder for gainful employment. Bottom line: I don’t want to move (far anyway). And everything open right now would mean a (big, far) move. Also, while the unemployment money appears to be “on” this debit card they sent, I still cannot activate it or access the funds. So it’s like imaginary unemployment compensation. The government is so clever.
Amazing accountant managed to get me a tax refund of $332 when I made (on top of my regular full-time salaries and part-time work money) an additional $28K on a W-9. His fee? $300. I do not think this was a coincidence.
Did a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle today. Can’t decide if it was a better use of my time than watching reruns of Duck Dynasty. Next up is a complicated paint-by-numbers of a seaside scene I won at an auction 10 years ago. Pretty soon I’ll be doing decoupage and trying to fire pottery on the gas grill outside. How hot does a kiln get anyway?
Called the dog trainer recommended by the CCSPCA three times then decided to stop stalking her since she does not call back. Mona remains angelic in the house and a holy terror when she sees other dogs outside for walks, which means that I cannot take her out to the park to exercise (my current excuse for not exercising). I am pretty sure one of my “friendly neighborhood” dog walkers is going to spray one of us with mace at some point soon. That should be a lot of fun. I wonder if it’s anything like a glycolic peel?
Daniel made a list for me to take the store tomorrow. He said he really needs food and the cupboards are empty and he knows Mommy is sad but he is hungry and even sad people should eat. Hard to argue that. To the grocery store I go tomorrow!
Have contemplated Extreme Couponing and watched all the episodes, and honestly, it seems like it would be a career change. It would take a lot of time, planning and organization, and I’m not sure it would be a valuable addition to my resume. I also think it’s a lead-in to hoarding and storage wars, which is not somewhere I want to go.
Feel like I’m losing the battle against depression…I need to work. I like to work. I like to be engaged. I like to be connected to other people around projects and learning and doing new things. I’m not even looking forward to the beach – I don’t even want to drive down, let alone pack. You know it’s bad when sun and sand don’t beckon!