Dinner...

So, I'm now in Florida. Before I was terminated I had already planned a trip home for the holiday weekend. I've now decided to extend my stay, dimensionalizing the jobless experience with greater accessibility to food and the misty, tropical je ne sais quoi of Naples, FL.

I flew in around 1:15 after an uneventful plane ride. I sat next to a woman who coddled a black cat in her lap for the majority of our journey. I thought to myself in other centuries she would be the perfect target for your village witch hunt: clearly single, neurotic, amply nosed, and there was the black cat thing as well.

Yes, we have no tequila...

After a quick chin wag with the parents and a brief trip to the new Target for a replacement phone charger, we're all now getting ready for our nice dinner out. Mom seems concerned that we don't have tequila for our Sunday kabobarita celebration and that no one else will refill the refrigerator with bottled waters. My sister is parading her hair extensions around the house and otherwise primping for dinner and going out afterwards. Dad is encouraging our two Chihuaua's to "do their business" while a documentary about the Brooklyn Dodgers plays in the background. I'm just really hungry and ready for some fucking surf and turf.


I think I'll have a Manhattan up.

Why Blog...

To answer the titular "Why blog" inquiry, I propose we start with a series of follow up questions:

• How often in life does one expect to find one's self in a position of joblessness for 17 days?
• When one does find one's self in a position of joblessness, how does one best leverage the situation?
• Finally, how does one enact said leveraging without compromising one's commitment to borderline alcoholism?

To put it succinctly, I was immediately terminated from my job when I announced I was leaving for another. I offered my two week's notice, but it was not accepted (or, in my case, necessary, as it was explained to me). Some might find this mildly distressing, or even altogether horrifying. Me? I'm thrilled.

I've been handed the opportunity of a lifetime--to pursue at age 23 a life that's as slothful and drunken as I choose, if only for a limited period of time.

I've started this blog to record the experience as it unfolds. I'm not making plans, but merely reacting to the whims of an unplanned life.

Business as usual has suddenly become a lot less business-like...