Unemployment Blog: Day 7
My work productivity and life productivity were two different animals. Work productivity was similar to Ryan Seacrest, whereas outside of work I was more like a 14 year old Labrador. With nothing valuable to occupy all of this free time, I’ve been Seacresting it up in my unemployed life. I’m up at 8, showered, breakfast’d, bed made and dressed (pants and all) before 10am. By noon, I’m left without much to do because I’ve made my rounds on the Interwebs and I save reading for later in the day. Since there isn’t anything for me to clean, organize, re-clean or reorganize, I contemplate taking a nap. (I managed two naps on Tuesday.) Earlier today when I wasn’t channeling my inner Seacrest, I didn’t feel like grabbing a fly swatter from downstairs. Instead, I chased a fly around my room with a hand vacuum. Ingenius or just plain lazy? I am probably slipping slowly into insanity.
