Well folks, I'm unemployed. And it's Day 3.
And I'm bored.
And before you give me the sad, pitiful, "I'm so sorry" act... don't. It's all good. I already have one offer and I'm hoping to get a second fairly soon. Fortunately or unfortunately, I probably won't be unemployed for long.
Months back, I mutually agreed with my employer that I would leave, for two reason. One, they are struggling with cash needs; and two, I needed to move onto something new and more stable. Even though I knew I would be leaving months ago, I wasn't sure of the exact date until a few weeks ago.
A small part of me was looking forward to having some time off. I've been so stressed out with the wedding, the death of my mother-in-law, and having to worry about a new job that I just wanted a break. But in this economy, when nearly 10% of the country is unemployed, I feel so guilty for feeling that way. Jobs are like diamonds these days: you hope you're lucky enough to have one and keep it.
So now I have it: a break. Though my first few days have been filled with house cleaning, errands, lunch dates, interviews, laundry, drinking lots of caffeine, and not-fun-stuff. I don't know what I was expecting; but it involved lots of couch laying, tv watching and pizza eating. Though I can't bring myself to do those things. Now that I'm actually unemployed, I feel that I have to prove my worth by NOT slacking and doing productive tasks.
Even within the first 24 hours of being unemployed, I started to realize how much I define myself my what I do. I don't know if that's good or bad. But it's humbling.
There are many more things I want to write about why I left my job and what it means about me. But alas, my co-workers read my blog. So you'll just have to do without. If you're a former co-worker of mine and you're reading this, it's all good [insert Sarah Palin wink here].