Received a ton of paperwork from the state about unemployment in both Spanish and English. The Spanish version made more sense, and that’s not one of my other languages. Did get a debit card on which I guess money will be deposited but the number you have to call to activate it and set up your PIN has been disconnected.
Nothing more from the former employer about the return of the equipment so it must be vitally important. Am taking bets on how long it will take them to “remember” that I did not return their call and try again.
Since I couldn’t disconnect the home phone without raising my Comcast bill, I put the number on my resume. Good news: I have a home phone to put in the box in those endless online applications at universities. Bad news: the #1 button on my phone is not recognized by Comcast, so there are 23 unheard messages on the line, and I can’t figure out how to retrieve them. Probably, they are telemarketers trying to convince me to get the Inquirer delivered, but you never know. Daniel keeps telling me that Xfinity is the future of awesome, but this is the kid who told me that I should take Enbrel to heal a hairline skull fracture I have and who blames his leg cramps on the Cymbalta he does not take, so I take that with a grain of salt.
Have set up an interview in Baltimore for a job I’d probably like and am trying to convince myself that commuting to Baltimore two days a week would not be impossible or stressful or utterly disquieting. Feel free to help me lie to myself more as the interview for this gig approaches.
Was offered a number of contract jobs that would be lucrative and interesting and easy and have not responded to a single one. I think being unemployed is kind of like an illness that feeds on itself. The less I have to do, the less I want to do. And it’s almost time to go to the beach. Kindergarten doesn’t matter; he can miss the month of May, right? I called my mother and explained all of this and she told me that any loans I might need would carry a 25% interest rate. THAT was motivational. Probably, I will be doing some contract stuff unless I can find a loan shark with better rates.
Watched five seasons of MI-6 on Netflix. Added “Counterterrorism Expert” to my skill set on LinkedIn.
Adopted a shelter dog who is actually much less trouble than Abbey the Awful. She’s good company, completely housebroken and has no expectations that we will actually walk the 50 yards into Wilson Farm Park to exercise. She’s happy to lay on the sofa with me watching reruns of Criminal Minds and Supernatural all day.
Did some simple math and figured out I could save $73 a month on my food bill if I don’t buy any food for myself but Manzanito Olives and Grey Goose. Laugh if you will, but when I’m on Dr. Oz weighing in at 115 pounds and touting the Dirty Martini Diet, remember this.
Maybe I can get a summer job as a beach tag checker. It’d sorta be like camp for Daniel, it’d be exercise, and I could spend the WHOLE summer at the beach not just the first half.
I really need to find something constructive and constructed to do with my time. I feel my sanity slipping slowly away…