Your Unemployed Daughter

photo credit: Dark Botxy

We unemployed people are in a precarious position. On one hand, we’re free as the bees’ knees; without jobs to go to the next morning, we can party and dance on bars and drink and stay out late, sleep til 2 the next day, no problem, no worries. And some of us do.

We also desperately crave attention and conversations and people interactions, particularly if we are, say, former managing editors. And we do not get those things when we are home alone working on freelance item #7 or blogging all day. It is a vicious circle. Some might say we have become needy exhibitionists. That is the worst sort.

Read the rest of this entry »

photo credit: Diego Cupolo
Your Unemployed Daughter has adopted some questionable behavior in this, her 7th week of unemployment. I suppose it stands to reason.

She stays up far too late. At first she was blaming it on that Caleb Carr book she was reading, where the psychologist tracks down the lady who kills her own babies, breaking the “natural bonds” of motherhood that every man believes every woman to have, at least in the late 1800s.

Despite that description, it’s pretty compelling. This lady is pure evil, reminding me, in fact (jaunty leather jacket? manipulative shifts from victim to sex kitten to destroyer?) of Whori Sturgess, aka, That Woman Who Fired Me. I’m about 100 pages from the end. It’s hard to put down.

Read the rest of this entry »