So, it’s after 2pm and I’m lying in bed in my bathrobe catching up on my Hulu and deciding what type of unemployed person I want to be:
The Couch Potato. The woman who stays in her PJs all day watching TV, seeing how long she can wear the same pair of sweatpants before they start to decay. Downside: Living with this woman can get a little gamey after Sweatpants Challenge, Day Three. (Don’t ask me how I know this.)
The Undiscovered Musician. I’ve also considered taking up the bongo drums and float around performing on the sidewalks. Downside: Bongos don’t come with a case for people to toss tips in like a guitar.
The Dharma Bum. Waxing philosophical with the folks parked on the bench downtown at Lexington Ave. and Walnut St. Downside: I can’t really think of one. Those guys seem really cool.
But, there’s this not-so-trivial matter that I can’t ignore as I lay here and wallow in wagelessness. I’m a mom. For the past two years, in addition to my job, I’ve also been taking care of my son full-time. So, when you think about it, I’m not exactly unemployed. I’m just working and not getting paid–and for the best boss and at the best job I’ve ever had 🙂