Category: adventures in unemployment
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Great Wheel
Okay, I admit it: I’m getting restless. I’ve been unemployed for three weeks now and it’s making me antsy, BUT IT’S NOT BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO STAY AT HOME READING BOOKS, PETTING THE CAT AND WRITING DRIVEL ALL DAY. I hope we’re straight on that. I’ve always said I don’t understand people who say Read.
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No Problem
I had to call the Department of Workforce Development on the phone after filing my initial claim for unemployment benefits because I ticked the “No” box after the question, “Did you look for work during the week?” Bells rang, lights flashed and a page with lots of red-letter warnings, all in capital letters, told me Read.
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Due Diligence
It’s easier to find an image of a dandelion on the internet … no, wait: It’s easier to find more than 2,010,000 images of a dandelion on the internet than it is to answer this question: Do I have to declare my military pension when filing for my unemployment benefits? I know, because I’ve spent Read.
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Let The Unemployment Begin!
Let the four-day weekend begin! Oh, wait … I’m unemployed, so it’s really more like an indefinite weekend. Well, whatever. I applied for unemployment first thing yesterday morning … or rather, it was first thing after doinking around on the internet for an hour, because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it until Read.
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Down In Flames
Just as I was sitting down to lunch, the phone rang and I picked it up without screening it first. I’ve got to stop doing that. Wasn’t thinking this time. I was half daydreaming, my mind long-lost in the days when a ringing phone meant that somebody you knew was calling. Remember when? Actually, I Read.
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Laundry List
Well, here it is, my first day home after the termination of my position at the office. The whole day’s my own, yet somehow I have a whole week’s worth of work to do. Funny how that happens. “I wish I could pay you to stay at home and be my house husband,” My Darling Read.
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countdown
Today is the first day of my last week at the bank! I’m still debating myself as to whether that’s a good thing or a very, very bad thing. When I reminisce about the adventure we went on after I retired from the Air Force (exactly five years ago at the end of this month!) Read.
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dream
I think I’ve found my dream job. Ideally, my dream job would allow me to work from the comfort of my basement lair, where I’d be able to sit back with a cup o’ joe and listen to Handel’s Water Music or whatever was on the turntable until the urge to start working again made Read.
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pissed
I just narrowly avoided a pants-wetting event this evening: After spending an hour and change polishing my resume, then closing the editor to upload the finished doc to my LinkedIn profile, I couldn’t find it anywhere! Even after taking a deep breath, getting up out of my chair and stepping away from the keyboard for Read.
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broom closet
I cleaned out my desk yesterday, which is as archaic a way of saying packed up & moved out as it is to say I dial phones when I’m using phones that have no dials. In our office, there are no desks, only particle board slabs screwed to brackets on the walls of our cubicles. Read.
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