This 'n' That

I have resumed my position as neighborhood pariah. Bob the Builder and Bro took down the fence on Tuesday, the day after the zoning inspector nixed their Towering Fence of Babylon.

Oh, nothing's happened. I just figured I'm back to my normal space. The world is in order again.

Went to Easter Mass. My favorite priest was the celebrant and the church was filled with flowers. Lovely. I should have gone to Easter vigil services as well.

As I do when I'm unemployed, I went to Mass this morning. It makes me feel better and gives me an impetus to start my day by a certain time. It gets me out of the bed and into the shower. I come home, plan my day, and take off from there.

Here's a problem. Here's a BIG problem. I love being at home. Just this morning, I've sketched out a job search scheme, IMed a pal about a job search question, changed the sheets, folded a load of laundry, put another load in the dryer, put another load in the washer. In days of yore (like last Saturday), it would take me a weekend of dragging my sorry old ass around the house, complaining mentally the whole time about totin' de weary load.

Obviously, this has to change.

I think I'll approach this by setting a timer and seeing how much of a task I can get done in, say, ten minutes. That'll teach me that changing the sheets is not a Sisyphean task. Ten, fifteen minutes max and that includes stuffing the old ones into the dryer.

There were no tearful good-byes at Old Work Place. It fades quickly in the rear view mirror. I didn't expect to get taken out to lunch and I wasn't. Tainted blood, that's me. I left with no regrets in my heart. Emma snorted. "It's not like you've never done this before."

I did have an interview over a week ago. It was a disaster and I didn't even want it. It was at a very big bank I'd worked for before. I couldn't even remember what I'd done while I was there. Nothing. Must contact old work bud and see what she says. She's young enough to have a good memory. And hasn't been through as many employers as I have.

So this morning, as I do when unemployed, I have a date with the knitters group at the local Barnes and Noble. I'll start a new project. That's my admission ticket to get in. A crocheted scarf in red fancy yard in a very simple pattern. I haven't touched a crochet project since the debacle last summer.

Must review the resume and get things tacked back up on indeed.com, Dice.com, etc.

I imagine while I have the oomph not taken out of me by work, I may write more in here. But I don't have a long time on unemployment and I'll write soon about The Nuclear Option.