Thursday’s story was called Laid Off, and I wrote it because Thursday I was laid off. Yes, it’s true: I was released from my professional position, which I had held for three years. It is okay. People were released who had been with the company much longer.
As I told myself last time I was laid off, in 2006: at least now I will sleep. I think I will also blog about my unemployment. Here are the raw numbers for the past few days:
Number of workouts: 2
Dining room floors scrubbed: 1/3
Positions applied to: ? 7?
Cities applied to: 3, with suburbs
Percentage of enormous engagement gift chocolate bar eaten: maybe 3%
Pizzas made: 2
Books finished: ugh, 0
Craigslist furniture ads written: 1
Horses ridden in video game land: many
Clothes donated to a domestic violence shelter: three sets of pants, one extra-large sweater
Last time I was unemployed was a nice run of months leading up to graduate school, in which I kicked around Des Moines with my graveyard shifting friends and ate donuts and met Sarah for lunch everyday. Here in Orlando things are a bit lonelier. I’ve invented some dances to do at the cat, which seem to confound her, and I’ve made plans to try to finish another novel before I get hired again, which, I don’t know, would be both pleasant and worrying. I also plan to go down to the library and just sit around as long as possible, just staring at patrons, which will seem entirely normal for the environment.