i’m one of those people who say that if they win the lottery, i’d still have a job. because even though it would be pointless (since i’d obviously win the $150 million lottery and wouldn’t need to work, duh), i kind of like having a regular schedule.
then, after i quit my job in august of last year to go to scotland, i was gainfully unemployed until this past week. i can honestly say that i will likely never be unemployed like that again until i retire (at least, not voluntarily), so it was definitely a new experience for me. i remember thinking that it would be strange not having to get up every morning at 6am(ish), putting so much more time deciding what i was going to wear that day, or thinking how awful my hair looked and hoping no one would notice.
it was strange. and awesome. and i got used to it pretty quickly. in fact, i revelled in catering to my night-owlishness. i loved that i didn’t HAVE to get up, and if i woke up at 3am and couldn’t go back to sleep, i could just make some tea and blog, watch a movie or play lego star wars. and there were definitely times in the wee hours of morning when i would traipse down the stairs to go outside for a smoke. there was just something about being up and about in glasgow when it was so quiet, it was like getting to see the side of a busy city that most never do.
and because i had so much free time, i was also able to pander to another habit-that-i-should-probably-seek-help-for: reading. i have read so much in the last 8-9 months, it’s really amazing that my eyeballs haven’t just fallen straight out of my head. i ended up leaving a stack of books at neil’s flat that i bought while i was in scotland, simply because i couldn’t fit them in my suitcase. and that was after i had already packed some of them to bring back with me.
it was also during my time there that i discovered blogs. B.G. (Before Glasgow), i’d always read my friends’ blogs, and dooce’s blog (link at right because i’m too lazy to do it myself), but that was specifically when i discovered THE BLOGOSPHERE and all of the amazing writers that do what i do, only are much funnier and better with words than i am. and the best part? unlike books, blogs don’t end. they are ongoing stories about peoples’ lives, or political events (like, say, the presidential election) or pictures of cats with funny captions. i filled up my head with so many personal or political or activist blogs that i probably edged out most of the memories of my childhood.
however. after about seven months of being able to sleep in, reading to my heart’s content, and being more involved with my own writing, i started feeling really unsettled. i realized that i really missed having regular interaction with others, building new relationships and working with others towards a common goal (yay corporate lingo!). i had begun my job search two months prior to this realization, but afterwards, my job search took a much higher priority.
after searching for four months (!), interviewing with several companies and being offered three different jobs, i started my new job this past monday. while the past week has been pretty laid-back, the rest of the training (and the job itself) won’t exactly be a cakewalk, but i welcome the challenge. and having experienced working for 18 years, and then taking almost 9 months off, i still maintain my stance that i will have some sort of job even if i won millions in the lottery. although i may or may not take seven-month vacations.