Work is bad

It’s been close to two weeks of unemployment so far and I’ve been having such a good time that I’m already dreading the hypothetical future job I will be getting eventually. It’s been a real transitional time for me, though I’m not sure what I’m transitioning into other than a lazy ass welfare case. Plus I can’t think of any reason why that’s bad at the moment. I can feel the parents becoming unproud of me and the friends getting embarrassed.

I’ve taken the opportunity to do things I would have said no to had I been working. These things include:

• salsa dancing (for the first time)
• staying up until 3 am chatting with a friend at Tim Horton’s
• crashing on another friend’s couch
• going on a photowalk on a weekday with Dad
• baking lots of cookies
• going for breakfast/lunch/dinner with friends any time of day

I’ve become aware of how many things I gave up because I was too stressed or tired, but really I have no excuse now beyond the general biological need to sleep eventually, so I’ve been living it up a tad. I’m not sure I would have ever said yes to salsa due to personal shyness but I did and it was fun, though I sucked.

I’m also becoming more and more aware of just how burned out I am, because the stress is still coming out. I’ve been in talks to do a quick contract database job and it’s got me antsy. And I flipped out at Dad today: he was bitching about slow pedestrians at a crosswalk when driving me to his place and I screamed “STOP STRESSING ME OUT!” which is totally unlike me, who prefers the ulcer growing method of anger management. Methinks I should continue avoiding as many sources of angst as possible while my psyche recovers and my chi balances out or whatever chi does.

I wish I had anything else to talk about, so I’m sorry about the dull topic, but fun is a dull conversation topic.