Unemployment: Day 158
Five months after my funemployment journey began I am overjoyed to announce that I am once again a productive member of society. Tomorrow I will put on pants before nine in the morning, eat the Most Important Meal of the Day*, and hitch my wagon to the great star of public transport. I’ll be working for a super fabulous but not to be named graphic design firm not doing graphic design. But marketing! Oh, the marketing! Will my brain withstand the deep tissue massage of office learning? Nothing is more satisfying than finding out.
Well, unless you count the true satisfaction that comes with being able to purchase your own olive oil and deodorant without the help of Barry Obams. Don’t worry, I’ll still open every sentence with, “IN THIS ECONOMY…” They can’t take that away from me!
*This Most Important Meal of the Day thing is merely Nick’s hair-brained idea. I far prefer allowing my blood sugar to drop to murderous levels, followed by cheese based noshing throughout the day and then a highly nutritious dinner consumed over the kitchen sink in my underpants around 8pm. But I guess we all can’t be as health conscious as me.

Unemployment: Day 158

Five months after my funemployment journey began I am overjoyed to announce that I am once again a productive member of society. Tomorrow I will put on pants before nine in the morning, eat the Most Important Meal of the Day*, and hitch my wagon to the great star of public transport. I’ll be working for a super fabulous but not to be named graphic design firm not doing graphic design. But marketing! Oh, the marketing! Will my brain withstand the deep tissue massage of office learning? Nothing is more satisfying than finding out.

Well, unless you count the true satisfaction that comes with being able to purchase your own olive oil and deodorant without the help of Barry Obams. Don’t worry, I’ll still open every sentence with, “IN THIS ECONOMY…” They can’t take that away from me!

*This Most Important Meal of the Day thing is merely Nick’s hair-brained idea. I far prefer allowing my blood sugar to drop to murderous levels, followed by cheese based noshing throughout the day and then a highly nutritious dinner consumed over the kitchen sink in my underpants around 8pm. But I guess we all can’t be as health conscious as me.

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