The weekend is over. The weekend is where the unemployed get to pretend we are like everyone else. We go out with friends, we feign being exhausted after a very long and hectic work week, and forget for just one second that Saturday is no different from the rest of the week — except that you can actually hang out with your employed friends at 2:00 in the afternoon.
Lately unemployment has felt like being back in high school on a Sunday. I spend every night thinking about the next day like what jobs I need to look in to, how to get prepared for the week ahead and what my weekly goals are. Dread, frustration, worry and boredom fill my head as my stomach drops. Being stuck on a Sunday cycle is not my fun day. I don’t care what Susanna Hoffs says, I wish it was Monday.
Fear not, there is hope. For some their Sundays do turn into Mondays. I helped my friend move this weekend to Sacramento, for a job. And by help all I really did was hold open the door for when they were moving the boxes,the furniture and watched the uHaul. I know it was tough but who knew what I would be called upon to do if someone tried to hijack the truck. Luckily that scenario wasn’t played out.
Just knowing that people are getting hired right now is a glimmer of hope. It is not the total wasteland that some would like us to believe it is. Talented, smart and creative people are getting hired. I may be stuck in Sundays right now but Sundays can turn in to Mondays.
As a thank you gift from my friend for helping her move she gave me my very own box of Franken Berry cereal. Yes that picture is real. Your jealousy will not sway me from telling you how awesome it was to eat it this morning. Marshmellow bites are so underrated as a cereal staple. They make fake Sunday mornings bright and shiny on rain days.
