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This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.

I failed to find a job in Portland, I lost my cushy spot, and I’ve picked up life at home right where I left off when I was 18.  It’s pretty much the same, except that now if I want to sneak dad’s beers after he falls asleep it happens shortly after Jeopardy.  Oh yeah, and my bedroom is also a storage closet.

If you stare at that poster over the head of my bed for long enough you’ll look a lot like a stoned sixteen-year-old me.  There’s also a nice watercolor print that Mom put up next to my Superbowl XXXI Packer’s poster when Grandma came and stayed here 3 years ago.

There’s no place like home.

That’s life.


Last week was a whirlwind.  A number of good things came to me all at once, and no sooner than they had appeared I was watching them fold one by one.  Sometimes you are just soaring through the air with double dolphins, and other times you crash your robot unicorn into a fiery death.  That’s life.

I had some serious problems making numbers at my new new job and fired myself on the second day of my three day trial period.  Right now I’m pretty much right where I left off two weeks ago; unemployed and thinking about my next move. It sucks not being able to stay at a job long enough to get comfortable with it, but I suppose that’s what I get for taking the kind of unskilled work they give people who make parole.

Last week during an uncommon and uncomfortable fit of sanity I realized how much time I’ve wasted in the last couple of months.  In this moment of clarity I instantly started writing and sketching up a series of new journal entries about how my time has been spent, and I’m proud to say to you today that I am now discovering,

More soon.

Unemployment Day 79: is it okay to drink “day old coffee”?