Its been a while...

I created this blog to document my time in the unemployment world. I had good intentions but have done very little blogging. The reason is just laziness because I definitely have the time. So, now it has been about 5 months that I have been job-free and I don't have too much to account for it. Last night Jimmy told me I should be taking advantage of the free time but I have done little outside the house. Lack of money does have a lot to do with lack of activity, all the more reason why I should be keeping up on this blog. I will make more of an effort.
One of my projects today is cleaning out the hall closet. In doing so I pulled down a big bin full of memories. Most the items in this container are from school but there are also more recent additions including many items from my *NSync mania. It is fun to look at all this stuff and laugh at where I have come from and how little I have changed, even from a very young age. The following is a journal entry I found from my senior year. It was written in Mr. Madigan's english class, dated 9/14/93. It made me laugh. I have kept all the miss spellings and bad punctuation.

"A man needs a woman to help him do the laundry. A man can do the laundry on his own if he is taught properly. My father thinks he can do the laundry but he can't. My white underwear were turned tie-dye blue because he spilt the fabric softener. I have about four shirts at home that used to be white but are now pink. Men need women to fix their hair for them. I know many guys whos hair always looks so stupid at school but when they get their sister or mother to fix it for them they look ten times better. One thing that some women do need help with is carrying large things. Lets face it, men were just created stronger than women. (Only in body). Men need help picking out clothes. Sometimes you can see the worst clothes if you go to a mall or the DMV.One time I was at the DMV and there were some men wearing dirty greasy jeans like they had just come from a construction sight. Women have enough sense to go home and change before they were seen in public like that."

The update:
My dad still cannot do laundry. Mom, Brianne and I long ago banned him from doing any of our items after too many shrunken, colored and destroyed clothes. Now he is only allowed to do his own.
I still think men have a lot of trouble with their hair but, now I know a lot of women do too. There are lots of hair don'ts out their. Have a look around.
I try to carry heavy stuff all the time but I usually will wake up the next day with a sore something. I don't know if this is because I am a woman or just getting old. Probably both. I do still think woman are stronger then men in every other way.
Finally, yes, I do dress up to go to the DMV. I now know that most other women do not and would not go home to change. Many of them don't even bother to get out of their PJ's. Crazy!

The Interview!

Today I had an interview with the unemployment office. They have to call and verify my status, why I am jobless, etc. It is not a big deal and only last a few seconds but I feel completely off now. I feel like I didn't say the right thing, didn't sound sad enough, didn't tell the truth, but I did. It just makes me nervous because this woman has the means to make or break me. If the approval does not go through, I will have no money coming in. With no jobs on the horizon, that will result in some tough decisions for me. I am nervous. Now I must wait...

My job search assistants

Rusty and Teddy are all about helping me find a job. They pet the mouse on the screen to reassure it. They nod their heads at all web sites. They keep looking super cute to keep my spirits up. I love the baby kittehs.

Adventures in Jobless Obscurity

Here it is. The first post on my blog. I had been wanting to start a blog for quite some time but, could not decide on a name, theme, etc. Suddenly, I lose my job and this idea popped into my head. (The job loss was sudden, not the idea) Why not track my time in the job-free world? Here I will post my feelings, prospects, adventures, and the state of my life as I move through this new phase.

I have been jobless since July 16th. I was not sad to lose my job because I was not so fond of it anyway. The only thing that I enjoyed at that torture chamber were the people. Most the people there I truly miss seeing every day, especially my little asshole Andy. Andy was my office mate. She and I were friends before I started working at The Chamber (good title isn't it?) and I believe we will be friends for a long time to come here on the other side.

So, how are my prospects you ask? Well, the job market is as bad as They say. Who are they? The man I suppose. There is a whole lot of nothing in the paper. I have updated my resume on Monster but have seen nothing. The same story is unfolding on Yahoo jobs. The truth is, I am not sure what I want to do next so it makes everything I see that much less interesting. Should I go back to school? For what? Should I write a novel? Go work on a fishing boat in Alaska? Try to become a professional competitive eater? Be a Latin ballroom dance instructor? Run off to a tropical island and live in a tent and eat coconuts and bananas all day? So many options. If you have any suggestions on things you think I would be good at please let me know. All options will be considered.

Still not rich or famous, Dez