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Don’t Worry, It’s Only [Temp]orary

After quitting my job without having another one in place back in February, I was living off of the left over vacation time I had gotten paid upon departure (as well as my tax refund). Soon, though, I knew I would need to find something. Applying to dozens of jobs a day wasn’t working out for me and I decided to sign up with a temp agency to pick up work here and there so I could eat. Continue reading

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Unemployment: Day — Who Cares, I’m Still Unemployed

You know that groggy feeling you get after waking up from a nap? Specifically when you take a nap when it’s light outside and then wake up after the sun sets? That’s basically what unemployment feels like.

I’m starting to get nervous, I haven’t heard back from any of the 40 or so jobs I’ve applied to (all of which specifically say DON’T call us, WE’LL call you) and my money is running on empty. I’m contemplating getting a short term position, something to give me oh, I don’t know, money for food until I find a job I actually want to keep.

The problem with that plan, however, is that I’m a wimp when it comes to using people and things. If I get a job, I’d feel way too guilty to just leave when a better one comes calling. If I make an agreement to work for a company then I’m going to stick to it until things stop working out. I’m not in the market for a disposable job, is what I’m trying to say.

So, this brings me to my next idea: do some freelance or contract work in the meantime. Here’s where we run into our second problem, other than making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and hanging out with cats…I don’t really have any niche skills. I can’t code, I’m not an artist, I’d like to think I can write and I know I can edit but have no credentials to prove this.

I’m stuck.

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Unemployment: Day Three

Alternative title: Catmageddon

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Something like that

So, yesterday I went over to my mother’s apartment to help spruce some things up a bit (namely, my old bedroom and her desk). Long story short, I now have two cats! I’d post a picture of Tango, but he’s been hiding both behind and under the couch since he got here.

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Except Tango looks nothing like this

Tango is one of the cats I grew up and lived with for 12 years (he is 16 now). He is overweight, depressed, has non-cancerous growths all over his body, and has some breathing problems due to his size (he grunts). He has always fit the scaredy-cat persona due to being abused by the breeder we got him from and has never been an alpha male.

Jynxx, on the other hand, has always been my one and only since I got him when he was four months old. He has stayed over at other places without me in the past that have kitties and I’m told he’s been quite fine (more playful than anything else). Safe to say that is not the case when a stranger is on his turf.

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Good representation of Jynxx at the moment

I’m glad that he can differentiate between the two situations, but unhappy that he can’t tell that Tango is an old, fat wimp and just needs some cuddles.

This morning, however, things got a little bit interesting. I let Jynxx out of my room since he probably had to use his litter box, and we found Tango sleeping on the couch. Jynxx didn’t like that and started right up with the chirping meow he uses whenever he sees a bird out of the window.

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“I WILL eat you”

Tango resumed his behind-the-couch position and after relieving himself, Jynxx decided it was best to get in Tango’s face and corner him. Here is where I assumed a chase of sorts would start — Tango would be non-confrontational and shy away from Jynxx’s advances while Jynxx demanded he assert some sort of cat manliness to see who’s boss.

Yeah, didn’t happen.

Maybe Tango is sick of being kicked around by an alpha male his whole life, maybe he’s getting a thrill over asserting dominance, maybe he’s even just trying to clear his throat. Whatever the case, Tango is one mean mother fucker when it comes to hissing and growling. It is safe to say I am going to have nightmares tonight after hearing the sounds this cat is making (and it’s only 10am). The hisses and growls Tango is making is causing my alpha male to actually back away, which is confusing Jynxx more than it’s confusing me.

Click through for more action as it happens…meow.

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Unemployment: Day One

Being unemployed isn’t too bad, once you get over the whole ‘not getting paid anymore’ thing. I made the risky decision to put in my two weeks’ notice at my place of employment before getting another job lined up. I doubt anyone thought I was really that stupid to do such a thing but the sense of a challenge excited me. That, and I knew I wouldn’t be serious about finding a new job unless I ended the relationship with my current one.

I spent my first official day of unemployment by applying to jobs (fingers crossed), playing video games (Portal 2, to be exact), and spending quality time with my cat (he was thrilled). However, I now feel like a bum for not being on any sort of schedule and for not leaving my apartment all day (can you hear that wind? It’s COLD outside) and my cat has left my side to seek refuge in my closet (I’m fairly certain he’s sick of me already). 

The concept of unemployment excites me. I feel refreshed and eager to not be at the same glum job I’ve been at for the past three and a half years. I’m almost done with getting my BA and I’m that much closer to finding a career. A job is nice and all but I would love something that challenges my intellect and has room for growth, along with providing me with a sense of accomplishment. I want to do things and make a difference rather than just go through the motions.

I’m excited about all the hobbies I don’t actually have and finally being able to do them. I might even find time to exercise each morning while my cat looks on perplexed. NASCAR starts back up on Sunday and I’m more than pumped about that, even though I still don’t have a television to watch any of the races on.

Despite all of this, I’m still worried. Worried about when I’ll get a job and how my bills are going to get paid. Worried about getting even more depressed after this high from being free wears off. My restlessness has gotten the better of me in this scenario and while I’m totally fine with that, I’m totally not fine at the same time. The thrill of broadening my horizons is amazing until I get scared about what happens if the opportunities I seek don’t come to me.

Stay tuned, and wish me luck.

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