It’s June again. It seem like this shit happens every year or something.
Today was the first day of my last week of work as a Teaching Assistant. After this, I’ll either be unemployed or (hopefully) working as an administrator in an aluminum-can-making factory. I temped there a few years ago and they asked me to apply. It’s been almost a month and I haven’t heard anything yet. As Tom Petty said, the waiting is the hardest part.
I broke up with my boyfriend and scheduled my mid-life crisis for the following weekend, so I now have a nose piercing and have cried in almost every room of my current job.
If I do end up unemployed, I’m going to make a list of things to do that will occupy my mind. The last time I was unemployed it was for six months, and after the initial shock wore off, I fell into a pattern of sleeping until eleven thirty, watching Netflix for six hours, and finding strange things to do with my time. I did write a lot during that time, but it didn’t seem worth the trade-off.
So if you have any suggestions of things I can do should I find myself with a little extra time on my hands, let me know. My door’s open.