Day 4

Another productive day in (f)un(der)employment. I went to an interview, and then orientation for the diner job, and then I got an offer from the interview.

Oh but wait--it's complicated, because I'm waiting to hear back from a full-time job, but I suppose that's a good problem to have.

And then I went to Thirsty Thursday $1 beer night at the St. Paul Saints, where I got our whole section to sing Happy Birthday to Jef, even though his natal day was six months and change ago.

And now, Jef is reading Game of Thrones and I'm about to dig into Twilight, after judging it all these years. This is evidence that we are not the hipsters we once were. I am, however, and always will be, a critical studies major.

The moral of the story is: ask and ye shall recieve

A few months ago, I sent a letter to a stranger to tell him that I wanted to open a brewery someday.

Tonight, he bought me dinner and beer and offered me a car. Question mark?

Details to follow.

And that's Day 3 of (f)un(der)emploment, folks.

Um, JK?

Adventures in unemployment:

Much ado about nothing, folks: turns out I am so good at unemployment, I won the game in 24 hours.

The good news is: I was offered some host/bus shifts at a local diner today.

The bad news is: 3-4 shifts per week at minimum wage barely counts as employment, so I'm still hunting. Boy, is it ugly. I've got several applications floating, but so far no word.

Adventures in fun(der)employment:

While I was still employed, I splurged on a Groupon for one month of unlimited yoga classes at a studio nearby. Wanting to be productive/battle my French pastry belly/actually get my money's worth/etc, I hopped on over to Corepower today for a class called something like "Intro to Coreblast Sanathananayana."

When I opened the door, I was almost knocked over by the bougie. It's the kind of place that has a boutique in front that sells $100 yoga mats and lots of things that include the words "sandalwood," "lemongrass," and "flow."

No need to buy a $100 mat woven of organic yak hair at a fair trade cooperative in India, though, I have my own. I entered the studio--which, I should note, was balmy--and unfurled my unexotic yoga mat.

Uh oh. I had forgotten that I took my mat camping (well, not camping, but sleeping on the ground at my friend Cassie's farm) this weekend. It was filthy. I glanced around, hoping that none of my classmates or their pristine mats would judge me.

No sooner had we begun our sadasthantanayaga blah blah breathing and warrior poses than I was drenched. I don't know about you, but I hate to sweat in public under any circumstance, and I don't understand the spiritual cleansing power of sweat. If anything cleans my spirit, it's the shower I take afterward. Add the fact that I was dripping onto my dirty mat, and within moments, I was struggling to maintain breath and balance as I slipped around in mud.

I'm not sure whether I was more ashamed or amused.

Frozen Peach's Funemployment, Day 1

In which I'm kind of awesome at this...

As Day 1 of unemployment comes to an end, I must say, I'm so good at this, they should pay me to be unemployed. (Yes, that is a thing, but I don't qualify. I've checked.)

I expected Day 1 to go like this:

1. Feel like a lazy bum when Jef leaves for work at 7:00, decide to pull myself out of bed

2. Spend 20 minutes on Facebook, then 2 hours on job listings I don't intend to apply for
3. Get inspired to go to yoga class at the studio where I have a sweet Groupon

4. Come home tired, make a sandwich and decide I deserve to watch some 30 Rock while I eat

5. End up watching 4 episodes of 30 Rock, pretending to organize something (books, laundry) to make it "productive)

6. Realize it's getting late, dash out the door and off to the Walker Art Center for

7. a really cool music and movie event where a local band scored a Fritz Lang silent film

Instead, Day 1 went like this:

1. Interview for some hostess shifts at a nearby diner. (Result: undetermined. I wasn't very good at lying when she asked if I intended to find full-time work elsewhere. "Uhh...nooo...I really want to support myself on the 3 minimum wage shifts per week you might offer....")

2. Take bus home, miss transfer, curse life as I walk nearly a mile uphill in interview clothes in hot, sunburny sunlight

3. Apply for one position that's desirable, but only part-time

4. Respond to a follow-up e-mail about a previous application

5. Spend a worthwhile hour on the phone catching up with a friend who's about to start at Harvard Law, which means I'll never hear from her again

6. Work on final project for previous job (a blog entry I actually couldn't start until my last day, so no, they're not paying me to finish it, but I'll consider us even for all the time I spent on fashion blogs--er, I mean, philosophy forums--instead of working)

7. Realize it's getting late, dash out the door and off to the Walker Art Center for

8. a really cool music and movie event where a local band scored a Fritz Lang silent film

9. Gorged on people-watching among all the hippest hipster Minneapolis has to offer

An interview, an application, and a legitimate project all make for a very productive first day of unemployment, so here's hoping I can make this steam last. But while we're hoping, let's also hope I won't be unemployed for long, shall we?

ps. I realize it's terribly self-important to post a list of what I did all day, but if I report it to an audience, I think it'll keep me productive. I promise to post more entertaining adventures soon.