Thursday, September 19, 2002

Laid Off: Day Eight

The guy from Best Buy fixed the TV with a magic wire in the shape of an "O" that he plugged into the wall and waved in a ritualistic fashion over the screen. Amazing!

The key to today is not when I got up (which was at 10am for those of you keeping track,) but instead when I went to bed. I was up until 3am, meaning that I am actually writing Day Eight during Day Nine. The reason I was up so late is that I wanted to finish the blanket I am making for a friend. Since it doesn't matter what time I get up, it really doesn't matter what time I go to bed, either.

Being unemployed is like being on a deserted island; you may have a watch, but the time is meaningless. And, although there are others around, you really are alone on the island. While everyone else goes off into the real world, you are stuck on the island, hunting and fishing for food and weaving leaves into huts. Well, maybe the similarity ends there. :)

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