Unemployment's Sad Farewell

Monday marks the end of an era, and the birth of another full-time desk gig. Wow am I excited. I think it moved. I have been clean and work-sober for 30 days. I really didn't go anywhere exciting, just did some things, and saw others that I had been putting off for far too long. Vacations are for people who work. Saturday is no different than Tuesday. Instead of watching Kung Fu or fishing, I read a little here, loitered a little there. There is something really noble about getting java and then doing an about-face, and walking back home in honor; passing dazed neighbors as they drag their aching bodies to the metro.

It was God's way of reminding me why I called in sick and went to NYC with my mom, brother and sister for those couple of days, a month before I quit. One of the best parts about this
time period, was not having a woman telling me to get a job. On the contrary, many found it quite attractive.

I spent many unproductive sunny poolside afternoons staring at beautiful women, eating nachos, drinking mocha's, and staring some more. I was able to take care of some painful Peace Corps paperwork, and in the process, visit some not so well-known sites that DC offers; such as the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, Bourdain's DC restaurant and the National Zoo. I finally mailed birthday presents that were two months late. Got some photographs framed. Did the shave and haircut thing. Also, am I the only one who thinks that 50% of the people going for a haircut really don't need one, and just do it out of routine?

This is all good and well, but despite my best efforts, the end is near. I have no words of wisdom, like "Take some time off and take stock of your ... " or "Take some time and think about ... ". Rather, I have 48 hours to find a way to get rid of this new job and continue the envious bliss.