Unemployed

More than anything, I hate being unemployed.  I feel it looks and sounds irresponsible.  I've been unemployed since the end of May and, for the most part, no one has said anything about it being ridiculous (to my face, at least).  There was one LOVELY comment on Facebook to David about how he's the only one paying the bills.  To say I flipped my shit would be an understatement.  There was throwing of things... I've worked long and hard for a long time and get some pretty awesome money from unemployment insurance (bam, baby!).  David had to almost physically keep me from commenting rudely to the person since they definitely could not say that.  I can cover all my own bills and them some.  So whatever.

Being unemployed is SOOOOOOOOO boring.  I can't stand not having tons to do.  So I've found ways to keep me busy.

I'll admit, it took about three weeks to get bored enough to start finding ways to stress out.

After that, I just basically kept the house cleaner than normal and swam all the time.  I eventually got to a point where I was working out more than once a day.  Then I added just intentionally being awake at a decent hour every day.  Even if I wasn't doing anything terribly productive at all times, at least I wasn't just ultra lazy.

Then about three weeks ago, I decided I wasn't going to just keep talking about renovating parts of the house.  It was time to act.  I was raring to go - let me tell you!  I ripped out all the hall and front room carpet and padding in about an hour and 20 minutes.  By the time the room was prepped to have the floors redone, it dawned on my that I was throwing a going away party later that week.  The floors are going to need about 72 hours of either no walking on it or only light traffic.  So that had to wait.  Then, during the party, things were spilled on the concrete and I had to wait.  Then, David was going to have people over too soon for me to paint it until this week.  THEN, it was too humid today (although, I think we may be being too careful about the humidity part).  I'm just afraid to start it when it's humid because if it does take longer, I might end up with two extremely hateful cats (they're going to be locked up somewhere for all of this).

After the whole front room is done, I really have no idea what I'll do to keep myself busy.  Swimming a mile only takes up about 50 minutes of my day.  I think I'm gonna up it to two miles as soon as I can, but that'll still only be around 1.5 hours.

Maybe I'll renovate another room.  Maybe I'll actually start writing again.  No idea.