So it’s not surprising that it’s taken me a month of unemployment, never-ending boredom, and a 4-day bout with insomnia to finally start writing this. After nearly 5 weeks of having little to do and no money to spend, I felt like now’s the time to share my wisdom with the world. Amazing that it only took me 3 hours of sleep and box of Girl Scout Cookies for dinner to get me this hyped up.
So here’s my story, Fresh Prince style: I did not grow up in Philly, but rather a suburb north of San Diego county famous for big trucks, wine, and that evolutionary hairstyle on girls where it’s platinum blond on top and black underneath. I graduated college in the OC (no, not like on TV, more like inland where white people are a minority and everyone goes home to their parents house on the weekends). Upon graduating, I moved to San Diego (whale’s vagina!) where I embarked on a journey of craptastic jobs with humiliating salaries. After getting laid-off in December (a blessing) I immediately found a new job that paid MORE (go me!). Fast-forward six weeks, and my ass is quitting like the chubby kid in P.E.
Yes, I quit my job in the middle of a horrible recession. Yes, California has a 10+% unemployment rate currently. No, I did not have another job lined up. Trust me, I thought long and hard about the irrationality of the decision and the potential misery that lay ahead. But, if you worked there, you would understand. So I took my integrity (and some Post-Its, and a stapler, and my logo stainless-steel coffee mug, sweet) and peaced out. I kept it professional, left on good terms, and didn’t even throw a fit when it took them two weeks to send me my last paycheck (inept bastards). And now I am here. Bored. Lonely. Broke. But loving every minute of it. Well, besides the minutes where I’m lying in the fetal position in bed at 1 in the afternoon commiserating over my shitty life, massive debt, and poor job prospects. But then the manic side of me kicks in and it’s all rainbows and butterflies for the rest of the day!
So here, I’ll share my stories, insights, rants, and opinions on anything I want. Feel free to tell me what a judgmental bitch/potty mouth/flaming liberal/eternal pessimist/lazy sack/horrible writer I am. When all you do is watch Intervention, eat pretzels, and talk to yourself all day, any attention is good attention!
