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
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.
