Being unemployed kinda sucks

It's 4:18 p.m. and I've just spent the last hour meandering around Craig's list.org looking for nothing. I'm wearing green sweatpants and a purple shirt because the only people who see me have fur and 4 legs. I'm debating taking a nap. Everyone I know has a job and therefore is unavailable to hang during the day. Damn it! I'm bored.

I used to think being unemployed would be a dream. I would sleep late, wake up, watch a DVD, do some shopping, read; you know all the stuff you wish you could do when you have to work. Instead? I get up at 6 a.m. every morning and spend the rest of my day fielding calls from recruiters that never seem to go anywhere.

And Monster? I don't have a job, so the chances of me buying a Harley are slim to none. Perhaps I could get a different pop up ad?

Tomorrow I have a try out day at a Company. I went on the interview on Friday, and the guy asked me to come back tomorrow to spend the morning with the woman I'd be replacing. I know it makes no sense to me either. They haven't talked money or anything with me, but I guess he's interested in hiring me? Or maybe not... maybe he's just trying everyone out instead of interviewing them? The actual sit down interview lasted about 8 minutes. And I actually said one of my strengths was that I am funny. Ummm, if you have to say it, you're not. And When it's number 2 on your list of strengths, you're probably going to be unemployed for awhile. But I'm kind of looking forward to talking to another human being for a couple of hours. And then I think I'll stop by Best Buy and use one of my gift cards on Guitar Hero II & the Sims Seasons.

I'm really bored.

I'm going to watch some of the DVDs I got for Christmas but was too busy to watch when I had a job....

To the Vet

Last Friday I took Aloysius to the vet. We had a terrible time. He was sleeping when I swept him up and into his carrier. Then I hoisted all 17 pounds of him outside and into the snow. Since I was too lazy to shovel around my car, I had to slip and slide my way to the backseat. Once he was in and situated, I started the car, put on Ron and Fez and attempted to listen over his screeching meows. Once I got to the vet, he wouldn't come out of the carrier. I unhooked the lid and removed it, and he launched himself onto my chest. The Vet Tech managed to wrangle him onto the table to take his temp and weigh him, and the actual face to face time with the Doctor was very easy. The ride home, not so much. But we lived to tell the tale. So tonight when Brownie & Beejay had their visits, I some home managed to get Mr. Pants to take them both! Hee. And since Brownie pees in the carrier every time I can only imagine how much fun they're having.

While I'm waiting for their return, I'm browsing the want ads (still no job and it's getting to the point where unemployment is not that much fun) and eating cake. I took a 20oz can of crushed pineapple and a box of Angel Food Cake, and a teaspoon of coconut extract and mixed them all together: baked it in the oven at 350 for like a half hour in a 9x13 pan. It's delicious! I highly recommend it if you're looking for a lowfat treat.

I saw The Queen over the weekend. It was awesome. I really enjoyed it. The acting was superb, and the plot was very interesting. Helen Mirren really deserves the oscar for her performance.

They're back from the vet and Beejay has to go back in 2 weeks for dental surgery. I'm freaking out because I read it's bad to put a cat under. Off to research.

Same thing different place

Today is my first day of unemployment! Things are different, yet the same, starting with the super bowl last night. I was excited because I could have a couple of beers. I had 1, opened a second, lost interest in it and moved on to hot tea. I was up until midnight which is a first for me on a Sunday night, and I didn't take a sleeping pill. Which means I slept like crap. I woke up at 6:30 like it was a normal Monday. I got up, went to the bathroom, woke up Mr. Pants and listened to O&A until Mr. Pants left. I did some laundry and started packing for my trip to Florida tomorrow.

I've spent the time in between packing doing exactly what I did at work: Listening to Ron & Fez, reading the Days Of Our Lives Early Edition, perusing the boards at TWOP and generally goofing off. Around 11:30 I had to leave my house to go to the bank.

FUCK! It's cold here! I think the high is supposed to be 15 today. I stopped at the drug store and wandered around buying crap I don't need. So way to manage the money situation, loser!

I have 2 giant suitcases packed for an 8 day trip, which seems a little nuts. So I'm back to packing again - but YAY! It's going to be in the 70's all week! Woo-Hoo.

Famous Final Scene

So this has been running through my head all weekend as I think of my last week of work.

Words and music by bob seger

Think in terms of bridges burned
Think of seasons that must end
See the rivers rise and fall
They will rise and fall again
Everything must have an end
Like an ocean to a shore
Like a river to a stream
Like a river to a stream
Its the famous final scene
And how you tried to make it work
Did you really think it could
How you tried to make it last
Did you really think it would
Like a guest who stayed too long
Now its finally time to leave
Yes, its finally time to leave
Take it calmly and serene
Its the famous final scene
Its been coming on so long
You were just the last to know
Its been a long time since youve smiled
Seems like oh so long ago
Now the stage has all been set
And the nights are growing cold
Soon the winter will be here
And theres no one warm to hold
Now the lines have all been read
And you knew them all by heart
Now you move toward the door
Here it comes the hardest part
Try the handle of the road
Feeling different feeling strange
This can never be arranged
As the light fades from the screen
From the famous final scene

Creepy, huh? But I kinda look at this job like a bad relationship that's finally ending. I've had it for over 9 years... and the last 2 years have been torture. I think next Monday is going to be weird, but then I leave for Florida on Tuesday. So really when I return on 2/14, things will be really strange. To be home for 2 weeks? Hasn't happened since I was 15.

Stay tuned for the list of things I hope to accomplish on my work hiatus...

So what is my plan? I don't really have one. I don't want to work in an office, or in retail. I have an idea for a small business that I hope I can pull off. But if I can't? I guess I'll figure something out. But after Friday... I'M UNEMPLOYED! scary!

I'm procrastinating

I have to clean the bathroom. I meant to do it Friday, but then I started watching TV. I thought I'd do it Saturday, but then Mr. Pants and I caught up on the TiVo. Then yesterday I spent way too long searching the stores for a Wii. So today I left work with the plan to come home and clean the bathroom.

Instead I came home, dug through my closet looking for things to space bag.

Then I had some lime chili almonds.

Then I watched about 12 minutes of Studio 60 (why is it on Bravo all day?)

Then I came out here, turned on the computer and decided to bore ya'll with a blow by blow description of the last 45 minutes of my life.

Minus the part where I stood in the foyer speaking French to the cats. And when they ignored me, I tried Spanish.

Gives new meaning to the term Crazy Cat Lady.

9 p.m.- on a Friday night

And I'm in my pjs, watching Harry Potter 3 and trying to stay awake until Mr. Pant's plane lands.

I used to just being getting ready to go out at 9 on a Friday night.

I hate being old.

But a good cure for feeling like you're well past your prime? Going to see Bob Seger.

Now it wasn't Bob's timeless tunes that helped to realize that age ain't nothing but a number.

It wasn't the fact that Bob himself is only 8 years younger than my dad and still kicks ass in concert.

It was being the second youngest person in the Spectrum last night. (I say second youngest because Violet is about 6 weeks younger than me.

Seriously. The crowd was OLD. But they danced like fools, sang along with Bob and generally seemed to have a good time.

Except for the grandpa in front of me, who had to be about 65 and smoked pot through the entire show. I don't smoke pot or cigarettes anymore (there was a time that I did smoke pot-(high school) and I stopped smoking cigs last year) so I was unaware of how much the pot smell was going to bother me. I kept coughing from it and it was making me rather grouchy. I think the fact that I hate people so much and have such minimal interactions with the outside world is making me socially awful.

Suck it NBC!!

"Daytime soap Passions has been canceled after an eight-year run to make room for a fourth hour of Today, which will air on all network affiliates, though only about half will initially air all of Today in a continuous block, says NBC Universal Television president Jeff Zucker. The worsening economics of daytime soaps led NBC to choose expanding Today. Passions will likely finish its run in August, but NBC is discussing continuing the soap on a cable network (such as SoapNet) or online. Zucker suggested that NBC's only other soap, Days of Our Lives, is unlikely to continue past 2009."

That's from USA Today.

While I'm ecstatic to see Passions get the boot and JERk end up unemployed (thanks for ruining Days, douchebag), I am really sad NBC is dumping Days of Our Lives come 2009. NBC daytime is a part of my history. It was Christmas break 1986 when I stumbled across Days of Our Lives. Emma was murdered and Kimberly looked very guilty. I watched every day while I was on vacation and made my dad tape (with an audio tape because we didn't have a VCR) the show daily. I picked up watching Another World and Santa Barbara too, but only during summer breaks. I grew out of Days when Steve died... And really stopped watching when Kayla took up with Shane. I wandered back in around the time Sami was trying to get Austin (the first time) and followed through the delicious Vivian buries Carly alive plot (aaahhhh... Louise Sorel's Viv was awesome!). I headed back out when Marlena was possessed and John Black was a priest(?) or some shit like that. I kept and eye on what was going on on Days through the years, but I came back full time this spring when Steve returned. And now Zucker is saying they probably won't renew it after 2009. I get why... Soaps have big casts and are expensive to run, and don't bring in much revenue or key demos... But Days! I love it. Awww...I'm all sad now. Don't kill Days, NBC!!!

Mr. Pants is in AZ this week. I've been amusing myself with Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 7 DVDs in anticipation of the comic book form of season 8. So much suck, so little time. I found a lot of fault when this season aired, but watching it all condensed like this (4 or 5 eps a night) is totally bringing the suck to the forefront. Army of Slayers? Super Vamp? The First? Potentially dead Giles? Magic isn't crack anymore Willow? Buffy loves Spike but not really? Caleb? Yuck! It's like the writers decided to toss out all of the mythology that got the series to season 7. And not just the Vampire myths, but the slayer myth, the scoobies history, and Spike's backstory. I've always maintained that when Buffy died in Season 5 the show died. I liked maybe 2 eps of season 6 and 1 of season 7. I kinda feel like I'm torturing myself, but I want to get through it. It has given me a greater appreciation of Anya...she's been the best part of these eps.

Tomorrow night Violet & I are going to be rocking out at Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band. I can't wait. So I'm off to actually listen to the new album (which I bought when it came out, but haven't listened to since) but I'm hoping Bob plays a lot of the oldies!

I'm out... I'm having Top Ramen for dinner. Does anyone else remember it being called Oodles of Noodles or Ramen Pride when we were kids?