Day 1

Top of the morning.
It's day one of being jobless.

I woke up relatively early (930)for taking down a bottle of wine the night before.
So early, in fact, that my dog stayed in bed while I took in half an episode of Saved by the Bell and did a 20 minute pilates work out.
If I'm expected to get a job I will have to be thinner than the competition.
Right?

The sky is blue and thought Dog might enjoy a walk.
Bad Idea Jeans.
It's freezing out, so it's a quick jaunt.
Not that my house is that much warmer.
There is a recession going on AND I just lost my job.
We have to keep our house cooler.
And.
We own the draftiest house in all the land so we don't even bother turning the heat about 62.
Seriously.
And people wonder why I get so flushed while I'm out.
Mostly because I think wherever we are is hotter than hades.

Day 1 has probably been the most productive day off I've had in a long time.
Things that were accomplished whilst unemployed:
*started a blog
*facebooked/g-chatted with friends
*vacuumed the stairs
*cleaned the tv room
*cleaned out the closet in the tv room
*installed a shelf in the tv room
*Rearranged the tv room
*created a pedicure kit for the Dog
*read two chapters in "The Omnivore's Dilemma"
*mooched a pink-slip dinner off of friends (thanks!!!)
*took in an episode of Law and Order--and before you go thinking how slacker-esque that is, this was at the end of the day--like midnight--in my newly cleaned (like REALLY CLEAN) and arranged and decorated tv room.
*took in some Keith Olberman and learned of Bristol Palin's break-up. That was about as surprising as my lay-off.

Personally, I thought it was a highly productive day. Knowing myself, I won't work on my portfolio, novel or screenplay until I have nothing left to do in the house, so that comes first.

My dad called me last night to make sure I was okay, although he knew I would be.
He made sure to ask if I had already purchased my brewer season tickets.
I had.
Now I will have nothing but time to concentrate on the Crew.
Happiness is a crack of a bat.

We have priorities in my family.

My dad also commented on how clean my house should be now that I don't have a job.
As much as he wants to think he's the renegade (cue Styx song here) of his four highly type A sisters (and I'm not including the one type-A half sister), he's exactly like them with his need for clean.

In other news.
I've decided that Neil Young will be my soundtrack to this recession.

The good news is I think I've told everyone the story.
So I don't have to keep repeating it.
It's not like it hurts to talk about, it's just becoming a little passe.
You know.
Laid off, yadda yadda.
Okay, yadda yadda.
It's like when I tell people about my parents' current divorce.
I'm telling you because I find a ridiculous amount of humour in the situation.
And it needs to be shared.
Obviously.