I mean, I have to buy and make my own coffee. Can’t pass up the free day at the museum, there’s all that booze to drink and a backlog of boys I can do. Being this fabulous is hard, I almost wonder when I found time to work before…..
So yeah, I got laid off, again, by the same company, sort of. Should I even bother trying to explain it? The gist is that I’ll prolly have to start reciting beat poetry at the transit station for tips.
No wait, I won’t have to. I’m just going to because that sounds fun and I’m pretty sure I don’t have to report that income to unemployment.
And while I’m heartbroken to leave a job that I loved every single day the six years I was there, don’t worry about me. I already face down this fear a few months ago, and I’m in a position to handle this just fine.
I have a nice roof over my head. Unemployment will cover my expenses. I’m living a surprisingly glamorous little existence. I’m off to A Fine Frenzy concert in LA tonight with Yost, and tomorrow I’ll be getting my passport finalized for my vacation next month.
I could really get used to this.