Your Unemployed Daughter

photo credit: Joe Shlabotnik

Then I have all the money in the world!!! Drinks for the bar!!!

Heyyyy…wait a minute. That’s not right.

Oh. I see. That aphorism is only for the EMPLOYED.

For the jobless, time is not money. Time is just … time. And the more time you spend not making money, the less money you will have. Possibly forever.

Economists are so chipper, don’t you agree?

But they can take away my money, downgrade my life’s future earning potential, or release report after frightening report about how dire it all is. What they can’t have is my time. Hear that, Mr. Bernanke? (P.S. Love your hair!) Nobody puts this Unemployed Baby in a corner.

I got lots of time, when I’m not cleaning my apartment or going to the gym or doing bits and pieces of freelance work (not too much at one time, now; gotta make it last!) or thinking about how I need to make coffee but being too lazy to get up and do it, or researching blog posts, or checking in with friends I haven’t seen in the last year who seem to have just had or be at this moment having babies, or discerning whether those are rodent scramblings or my next door neighbors in their meth lab, or WRITING blog posts, or reading blog posts or even books, or checking Google Analytics to find out the bounce rate of my reader in Kuala Lumpur (it’s 0%. Is that YOU, M?) …

Yep, pretty busy I am, when I put it like that. But I still have more time than money.

So here is YUD’s latest dilemma. If I have all this time, like, time to spend at the gym with a trainer and get really fit and healthy and maybe even be able to bend steel bars in my bikini, or, say, take a class that will maybe help staunch my hemorrhaging earning potential by granting me with some new skills, preferably in the online arena, or perhaps in French or Italian or midwifery … is it worth it to lay out the cash that technically I don’t have to take advantage of the time that I have so much of, right now? Is it … wrong?

What would you do? (Not you, Ben.)