Cosmo: Talking pictures! That means I'm out of a job. At last I can start suffering and write that symphony.
Simpson: You're not out of a job, we're putting you in as head of the new music department.
Cosmo: Well, thanks, R.F.! At last I can stop suffering and write that symphony.
-- Singing in the Rain
That's the way things happen after a layoff. For a while I get all grandiose about it, saying this is my big chance to write that book, finally (finally) get in shape, go fishing and actually catch fish, read all the books that have been waiting, play the piano ...... Then the truth sets in. The state of unemployment is a purgatory where the energy of the worker goes to wait some undetermined length of time before being admitted to employment (I can't call work heaven; analogies go just so far). Hyperactivity turns into a slo-mo montage of household puttering, running errands, and trolling the Internet for jobs and eventually, nothing in particular.
So I started a blog.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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2 comments:
Congratulations on beginning to blog. You're spot-on in describing the remarkably rudderless, in-between-state that we find ourselves in.
I agree and I must say that it actually describes a plethora of states, such as: unemployment, disability or finishing school;
one of which I've belonged to for quite some time. It seems as if everyone else in your life determines your daily activities and soon enough you're stuck in a rut. I say we deem a day of fishing as self-preservation else we lose ourselves in the muck. Thanks for the read and good luck with the BLOG. MB
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