Your Unemployed Daughter

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My mom has always said that on the first day of a new year you should do all of the things you hope to do throughout the year. I mean, not in a crazy-high expectations sort of way, like finishing your entire novel in one day, but if you hope to write a book during the year, at least spend time on that first day writing a bit, and ditto with all of the other aspirations you have: get some exercise, love yourself more, cook a nice meal, whatever.

But if the first day of the new year is dedicated to those sorts of positive-future-bringing activities, what of the last day of the old year? I would guess, maybe, that it’s for doing all the bad shit we still want to do in 2009. Getting it out of our systems, if you will.

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There is some serious thunder going on right now. Thunder and lightning at the same time! It’s kind of lovely, and even the more lovely for being nearly 3 am – a time when, if not still at the office or on a drunken binge to rid herself of its memory, Your Unemployed Daughter would be completely and peacefully asleep, adrift on her 300-thread-count sheets (which she bought before her recent “situation,” thank you very much).

But – what’s this? She is awake (hello, rainstorm) and neither drunk nor at all stressed about this interlude cutting into her VERY VALUABLE sleep time, as she has nowhere to be in the morn, aside from the gym, if she is ambitious, or the coffee maker, or, working for you, dear reader(s).

Just another “benefit” of being unemployed, I suppose. Priorities change. Something that was keenly important – an undisturbed 8 hours – has fallen by the wayside for, say, doing a 3 am post and listening to the rain. And rather enjoying it.

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Your Unemployed Daughter has returned from her international travels! She is, for her, exceedingly tan, exceedingly relaxed, and exceedingly tired. The latter not unexpected, seeing as how she ended (or, perhaps, only just began?) S&B’s wedding soiree with a second tequila shot quickly followed by the intense need to rid herself of the second and first tequila shots in a rather dramatic and projectile fashion. Fortunately, her aim was good, no one was harmed, and, if you’re still at the Rockhouse – be careful where you step around those rocks, k?

(In a visual depiction of how things have that funny way of coming full circle, Your Unemployed Daughter ate this this morning, in the Montego Bay airport, at 10:30 a.m. Thank you, Dominoes.)

In other full circle news:

YUD had the pleasure of meeting a former Forensics (that means debate, not, like, CSI-style digging around in people’s guts and fingernails to solve mysteries) champion this weekend. And not just any champion. The ALABAMA STATE CHAMPION OF 1994 (Correction: TWO-TIME ALABAMA STATE CHAMPION) in LINCOLN-DOUGLAS DEBATE. Which, if you don’t know, was named after Abraham Lincoln and Stephen Douglas, and pits high school and college nerd types against one another to hash out such topics as “Euthanasia – Moral Much?” “Slavery, Schmavery,” and “Resolved: Limiting economic inequality ought to be a more important social goal than maximizing economic freedom.”

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Here is one nice thing about work. When you are sitting in front of your computer, perhaps typing, mouse-scrolling, or even just staring thoughtfully at the monitor, people do not generally interrupt you with inquiries as to how much severance “they” would have to offer you for you to actually take it, or offer up their thoughts on how maybe people should just work ANYWHERE if they can’t get a job because isn’t it better to do SOMETHING than nothing, and, one last question, are there any good chick flicks out now that you’d recommend to a group of women?

None of those points of those discussion do I mind, by the way, in themselves, exactly. It’s just … GUYS! I’m trying to write a deeply meaningful, politically astute, culturally solvent post with satirical underpinnings – the one that I know my 3.5 readers have been waiting for since they devoured yesterday’s entry – and it’s really hard when I keep having to turn my thoughts to whether or not Star Trek counts as a chick flick if it has cute guys in it. (It doesn’t.)

However, I really am having a lovely time here in Florida. Today began with a kayak trip (and boy, are my arms tired!) through the mangroves, followed by grilled veggie and mozzarella sandwiches on the beach while observing some pretty dramatic pelican-diving (they dive straight down into the water, beak-first, much like the former employees of a certain company), followed by a leisurely return kayak voyage, a sit on the porch, a light snack…and we’re still beating the rain, though there’s thunder in the distance. So I have little to complain about, and in fact, some (including those in near proximity) would probably say that I am being a bit of a brat.

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