The Good Life

I think today was Øbama's 100th day in office so a bunch of different idiots on the news were evaluating him. (Quick note, the ø was made by accident when I hit alt instead of shift, but I think its funny so I'm leaving it.) Anyway, I didn't really listen to any of the news stations, but I thought it was a good time for me to reflect on the things I have accomplished in my two weeks of being jobless.

First off thanks everyone for being so cool to me after I got the proverbial boot. It made me realize even more how much I love the people I worked with. Literally, I have only been sad about two things- not seeing my friends everyday, and not getting my tuition reimbursement back for the semester. As far as the job goes, I was more of a hobbyist.

But here's the thing- being out of work has been amazing. I seriously can't say enough about it. I thought that the novelty would have worn off by last Monday, but it's just not the case. Every day is a new adventure. Will I go to the mall at 10 am? Will I get McDonalds breakfast and then go back to sleep until noon? Will I stay up till 4 in the morning on a Full Tilt Poker marathon? YES! I'll do them all, and I have. So, in evaluating my first two weeks, I've done nothing of any value yet. 

I can't speak for everybody who kept their job, but everyone I have talked to seems a little upset that they didn't draw the Golden Ticket. And rightfully so. I'm not trying to make anybody feel bad, but I've weighed the pros and cons like a million times in my head, and I came up on this one. I might feel different once the severance and government hand-outs run dry, but I'm not coming down for now. Brian took a Player's Holiday with me on Tuesday (named after the popular rap song from the summer of 2000) and I could FEEL the envy spilling out of his pores. An hour and a half lunch at Rodizio followed by a mid-day work out seemed like such a luxury to him. Thats just a day in the life, baby. I've set some lofty goals for this jobless stint of mine so here it goes:

First and foremost, working out. In 2004, Brian and I lived in the Summer of Buff. We went to the gym 5 days a week with no exceptions and stayed 2 hours per visit. We got in pretty good shape. Well Son of Summer of Buff is already underway. I'm not sure how it will go over being by myself in an age where ephedrine is off the market, but I'm committed. I've already taken the standard sloppy "before" picture of myself, so I have to make it work for the sake of my self-worth. 

Second, I'm finishing school this summer. It means I will have to take 16 credit hours, but as it turns out, you can take as many as you want when you don't have to work 40 hours a week. I know it seems crazy to finish my bachelors degree in a mere 8 years, but I'm doing it! It's going to be amazing. I'll be like one of those 19 year olds whose parents pay for everything while they get drunk every day. Maybe I'll be one of those kids who reads a book under a tree instead of getting the hell of campus right when class ends. Probably not.

 Tomorrow I'm celebrating my nephew's birthday at the zoo and Jumpin' Jacks with him. Then I'll probably wash my car. That's just how I roll. In a few months I'll find a new job. It might not have a ping-pong table, but eh.