Not working is not all it’s cracked up to be.
Everyone moans and groans at me:
FB, SHUT UP..
You’re NOT working and having a great time napping and doing all of this fun stuff like staring at clouds instead of staring into some stupid co-workers bald, diseased head…
SHUT UP! I HATE MY JOB! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!
Okay. Yeah. I shut up when I heard that (for the record, I only said that ONCE and my friend went ballistic on me because her boss was riding her ass on some stupid TPS Cover Sheet, which I totally understand and switched the subject to cupcakes and her upcoming wedding.)
But not working is not all that it’s cracked up to be. It’s boring.
It’s fun for the first month or two … maybe three, but then you’re bored. What do you do all day?
If I had unlimited access to money I’d probably go out shopping, eating at nice places and just having fun in general, but I thought about it, and I don’t want to go out shopping every day.
IT GETS BORING!
I know, blasphemous for a former Shopaholic.
But seriously. Going out shopping? All the time? Eating out all the time? Horrible.
As for eating out: when I traveled a lot, I ate out at restaurants every single meal while on business. After 3 years of that, you’re sick of eating out.
You don’t want to even think about a restaurant, eating the same damn thing over and over again because you’ve sampled the entire menu in every single restaurant in the vicinity and have only found 3 things you’ve liked.
I ended up sticking to plain food from the grocery store, like fresh bread and cheese. Or some raw fish and rice.
Everyone was shocked: But you could eat ANYTHING! FOR FREE! What a dream!
Yeah. I could. And I did. And it got boring. And I got a little bit fatter as a result. Plus, you feel sluggish after some beer battered fish and chips.
I love to travel, and if I had unlimited funds, I’d go travelling all over the world, all year long. But that would get tiring and I’d long for home as well, right?
Still, that’d occupy my time for a year or five. And something I’d love to do. But alas, I am not a billionaire, and I would probably hate airline delays, waiting in the airport and getting motion sickness — what I always dread when I travel.
I also don’t have any kids or pets. So I don’t have anyone to account for, except for myself.
B-O-R-I-N-G.
I’m overly attentive to BF now, ironing his shirts happily, cooking, cleaning, doing dishes, vacuuming.. But you can only clean so many hours in a day. Like 2, max, because we have a small place.
I think he shut the door last night to get some peace from my bouncing all over the place.
Blogging? Same thing. I have 5 months of posts written now. Isn’t that nuts? 5 months!
At this rate, I’ll be done for all of 2009.
I’m keeping up with my Google Reader for once, and no one is available (because they’re all busy and working) on Twitter to keep me entertained.
I don’t have a cable TV, and I can’t even go on Hulu or Fancast (don’t have an American IP address and I tried Hotspot Shield but then it f*cked up and stopped working).
I can go cycling or for walks, but everyday? Around the same neighbourhood? Kill me.
Doing yoga daily? Check.
I could head downtown and walk, but it’s a waste of a subway ticket because there’s no purpose. I don’t need to go downtown. I don’t need to buy anything, and I end up buying things I want if I go window shopping.
So, not working? Not all it’s cracked up to be, believe it or not, because you need actual hobbies. Like a garden, or friends who also don’t work and can come over and do (cheap) crazy stuff with you.
But through it all, I am lucky that I have the option to work or not and to not be financially destitute or in debt and being lucky in that respect. Phew!
Then again, my living expenses (read: necessary living expenses) are under $1000 a month now. At $700 I believe. So I don’t need to spend much. And I DID get out of debt by really breaking my back.
I am itching to get a job stocking grocery shelves – it feels weird not to work, after working so hard during school to make ends meet.
I’ll shut up now because you are probably not interested or sympathetic and are probably stabbing needles into some voodoo likeness of me.
Moving on: I get random texts meant for another girl
Kind of sad. But funny.
I get funny messages on my new cellphone from someone who was clearly a party girl. I get guys texting me all the time:
HEY GORGEOUS! Woke up thinking of you.or
Sexxxxxxxxxy girl. Where u @ these days?
or
Remember the time we went 2 that bar? We had a wild time that nite.
This one took the cake:
[Name] …. I do not know if u will get this text. I have met someone and am going to get merried. I thought I would let u know.
Why? Because you two hooked up and she broke your heart?
And you couldn’t spell “married” yet you think you’re mature enough to commit the act?
This girl is a total heartbreaker from the texts I get.
I texted back: I am not [Insert Name]. Please Facebook her. I am a new girl.














