Thursday, March 17, 2011
This whole not working thing is a royal pain in the ass.
The first week was stellar, almost vacation like. Well, it WAS vacation like since it was school vacation week and I got to hang out with my little buddy.
Now, it's just getting old. It's been almost a month since I got laid off and I am ready to start pulling my hair out.
I log on to Monster and Career Builder every day and apply apply apply. Call staffing companies to professionally pimp myself essentially. Rinse and repeat.
The whole novelty of not getting up early hasn't happened, with well kids and all. The Boy has been working a little extra so to help out his poor mom I have been playing house here and there.
I am not cut out for this whole stay-at-home mom thing (no offense to those of you who actually enjoy it). There is only so much cooking and cleaning and watching daytime TV a person can stand before she wants to stick her head in the oven. (ok so that's a bit of an exaggeration but you get my drift)
I miss work. I miss getting up and dressed like a grown up and driving alone to the office. Listening to what I want on full blast, sipping away at my coffee (Iced with cream and Splenda...even when it's -2 outside). I even sort of miss my old Boston commute in a weird and nostalgic way.
I felt purposeful when I had something to do. When I had each hour of my day actually earning money.
But today is Saint Patrick's Day so I am hoping that the luck of the Irish can make the phone ring. That all the green shamrock's I am wearing will somehow bring some positive JuJu my way and I will get a call to go back to work in some capacity.
Not that I automatically assimilate the wearing o' the green to hold some sort of mystical powers or anything, but perhaps the Powers that Be will be a little punch drunk on green beer and Guinness and let their uppity guards down enough to grant me a little clemency.
So Erin-Go-Bra-less.....a girl can dream can't she?