I have a plan

March 2, 2010

Ok so the first day of my temporary retirement went really well.  As suspected I stayed up waaaaaay too late and thus slept in.  But it was nice to wake up when my body wanted to wake up and not when the alarm clock told me I should.  I have always suspected I need between 8-9 hours of sleep.  I guess I’ll find out for sure now.

It was also really nice to wake up happy.  Which is why I know this whole temporary retirement thing is good.  I have woken up unhappy for months and when my first thought is “can I call in sick today?”  you know there is something wrong.  Today my first thought was “wow, I can do whatever I want today”.  Which turned out to be drinking coffee, knitting and running errands.  But whatever.  I did them when I wanted to.  Which was nice.

Another nice thing that happened today was that the cookie fairy visited.  Really.  I went out to check for mail and saw that the really nice people at Voortman’s had dropped off  a regular size box of strawberry turnovers on my porch.  And a $2 off coupon.  And let me tell you, those are some good cookies!  How can you have a bad day when you get free cookies?

But I digress.  I have a plan for being unemployed.  I plan to slack off this week.  Next week I’ll get down to business and email the people I need to email and clean the house and sew the blinds and slip covers and look for a job.  But this week is all about me.  And detoxing from the job.  And eating those free cookies.

OK so now what?

March 2, 2010

Today I was let go.  Well, technically I am still employed by my organization for another two months but today I was given notice and it turned out to be my last day as well.  A lot of us are “Unemployees of the Month” it turns out and I feel pretty good all things considered.  In fact I feel great.  Like a huge weight has been taken off me.

I had a longer run than I thought I would, I learned a lot of neat things and I made some great friends.  I also lost interest in working there about eight months ago and I suspect I was even suffering from depression.  I didn’t want to be there, I didn’t have any motivation but I couldn’t leave.  Or I couldn’t get up the gumption to leave.  What we put up with for the sake of money.  Until I decided I didn’t care about money and that no salary was worth the price of my soul being sucked dry.

Now I am free.  Liberated.  I can do as I please.

Except that I’m feeling a little odd.  It’s weird to be home in the middle of the day.  I feel kind of like I’m doing something I shouldn’t be doing like calling a sickie when I’m perfectly healthy.  I also expect that that feeling will pass in a few days and I’ll be sleeping in and enjoying my new life soon enough.

DH is happy for me, which is good.  Money isn’t an issue yet, although the belt-tightening has been going on for a while now as this turn of events has been anticipated by me for several months.  He did remind me that had we stayed in the old Shoebox house I would likely never have to go back to work, but sadly, Casa Not So Clean has a much bigger mortgage and requires lots of money for  maintenance.  I know that eventually I will need to seek gainful employment.  I have a few irons in the fire so to speak and I’m sure Murphy’s Law will kick in at any time.  Either I will find work within days and have no time off or I’ll be off forever and be grateful for whatever McJob I can scrounge up when the money runs out.

But until then I will sleep and read and knit and clean and sort and organize and relax and visit my friends and enjoy the “Lady of the Manor” lifestyle.  Today life is good.  It’s nice to have my soul back again.