Last week I started a new job. There was a magical two week interval betwixt my old job and this new job. If asked which situation I like the best, it would have to be that fourteen day immersion in non-job activities. I had anticipated having nothing but free brain time, and was a bit disappointed to realize that those days are gone regardless of the fact that I am employed or not. Because there’s always some stupid shit that has to get done, and there are three people relying on me rather than just me. And I am extremely easy on myself when it comes to gettin’ shit done. Not true for the fam.
I was able to get in a bit of painting, and also completed 1.5 pieces that will be in group art shows early-mid next year. Nowhere as much art as I’d hoped, but still, not a complete wash.
The new job is similar to the old one, except it is above ground, with different people.
Neither of them were/are as awesome as being unemployed for two weeks, knowing there was a job on the horizon.
Now that I’ve had a chance to experience it, probably for the first time since I was in my early 30’s, I want more of that good, jobless stuff, without the stress of needing a job. Oh, I know! I’ll tap into my trust fund. The one I don’t know about yet, but am sure some long lost relative will notify me about any day now….
I am tired. Not thinking clearly. Eyes blurry from late night sleep interruptions by the resident six year-olds.
Trust fund. I think I’m finally ready.