Quit your job
I’ve been funemployed for a little over a week now, and things could not be better.
Sure, the majority of my daytime conversations are with my dog, and sure, there were a couple days last week that I didn’t change out of my pajamas - but really, is that so much worse than counting down the seconds until closing time? I suppose that depends on if your definition of worse is “soul-damaging lack of productivity” or “soul-damaging lack of enthusiasm for one’s profession.”
This makes it sound worse than it is.
Bills will (somehow) get paid, conversations with the dog should peter off anytime now, and I’m currently wearing pants that do not have an elastic waist. Life is really going my way!
