Exciting things are afoot. It’s almost like I have a full-time job but I don’t, and that’s actually perfect for me. What I do have is my own makeshift, full-time, part-time contract work to fill up my next month. In other words, for the next few weeks I will be able to get out of my apartment for a reason other than crossing the street to go grocery shopping. That’s because I will be taking the bus like a working person — yay!– and hitting the snooze button only to have to rush because I have two, possibly three jobs to keep me busy. Yes, that’s right, Donna. I work hard for the money.
After a week of ups and downs, self-pity and frustration, I am starting to really enjoy this customizing-my-own-job thing. And by that I mean it’s almost the weekend and I actually want to leave my apartment and be social. I almost feel like Anna Wintour during Fashion Week except without the whole day-glow-orange-is-the-new-black thing. I choose what I think is important and beneficial and I go with it. Although I can’t say that my customization of jobs will lead to a fashion revolution, I can say that with my new psedo-employment my fashion tote 2009 is now one of a kind and a collectors’ item. Hip, cool and day-glow orange, the pseudo-unemployment tote never looked so fashion-forward.
What my newfound schedule means, is that I won’t be able to devote my day to job searching full-time, watching my beans rehydrate or having a socialite day. While I can learn a lot from Mr. Wizard about the rehydration of beans, I am mostly sad about losing my socialite day. Ok, that was a lie. Honestly it was a day to walk around the city, stare into windows like a Dickensian urchin, and ponder who does yoga at noon. Because I still haven’t figured out who they are yet.
While this economy is not the red bouncing ball of joy it could be, kids, it is a breath of fresh air to wake up in the morning and find happiness separate from a full-time position. Who knew my happiness could be separate from conversations with the ocean, watching Reality Bites on repeat and eating peanut butter out of the jar? I haven’t mastered the less-than-30-minutes-and-commercial-break thing yet, but I’m getting better at this good at life thing. At least for today. Maybe my trademark isn’t that far off after all.
