Reality? Check.

(originally posted on on 9/1/10)

A few observations since beginning my “funemployment”:

1.  There are alot of people at the gym at 10:30am.  Who are these people?  What do they do?  Are they unemployed like me?  Do they have night jobs?  Are they trust fund babies? (Probably no on that last one – I go to Bally’s, a distinctly low-budget gym).  Having been holed up in a windowless cubicle from 9am – 7pm for the last three years, I’m amazed that there are people out and about during the day.  Riding bikes.  Shopping.  Having coffee.  Hell, there is more traffic on Santa Moncia Blvd. at noon than at 9am.  How is this possible?  And why has it taken me so long to join this terrifically sunshiney world?

2.  In the 13 years that I have had my cat, I often find hairballs at least once or twice a week.  I have never actually witnessed him doing it, however.  No longer.  Now that I’m home during the day, I got to see it first hand.  It’s pretty impressive.  One second – nothing there.  Next second – giant sticky, smelly mess on the floor.  Like magic.  Like it came through a wormhole.  Wow.

3.  I have the ability to waste an enormous amount of time on Facebook.  Thank you, my friends, for being  endlessly fascinating.

4.  Daytime TV is depressing.  I’m sorry Rachel Ray, but I find you kind of grating.  And don’t even get me started on Oprah or Dr. Phil.  I’d rather gouge out my eye with a rusty spike.

5.  When I don’t know what to do, or I am avoiding doing what I should be doing, I clean.  My apartment is going to be fucking spotless within the week.

6.  If I don’t get out of my apartment regularly, I’m going to gain 20 pounds in a matter of days.  Food is my elixir for boredom and stress.  And the yogurt place across the street is constantly calling my name.

Still trying to sort this new reality out, but I’m definitely in it.