Unemployment Day Six - "Happy Monuweduriaunday Everyone"

The next couple of entries are going to be short because Christine in home for 48 hours. All blogs, blogging activities, blog focus, blog exercises, blog notes or general blogginess will be taking a backseat to husbanding.

When I started this journal (you’ve been reading from the beginning, right) I mentioned that the intent was for it to be more of a reflection or analysis on what’s happening rather than a daily litany of events.

With that in mind, let me analyze the days of unemployment.

When you have a 9 to 5 job, each day has a distinct “feel.” Monday feels like hell. Tuesday and Wednesday feel so-so. Thursday feels pretty good—optimistic. Friday feels like reaching the end of the rainbow (however, if you’re not careful you may just start to celebrate like a leprechaun and realize you’re too tired to last very long because of the way Monday-Thursday made you feel). Saturday feels a little alien every time. Maybe it’s because each Saturday is a little different. There never seems to be the same plan for Saturday, and that’s a good thing. Maybe it’s because you’re in the house during the day and you’re marveling at how the different rooms look at different times when you’re usually at work. Sunday feels like a roller coaster. It starts out great, but the bottom is going to drop out at any minute when you realize the day of rest has actualy brought you right to the doorstep of the day of hell. If this sounded like a scene from Seinfeld…you’re right. Good writers borrow. Great writers steal.

During unemployment, you cram all these feelings, and many new ones, into each day. Every day is Monuweduriaunday.

Happy Monuweduriaunday everyone.