If only more stuff came knocking on your door

And now it’s back to reality – or my new reality anyways.I’ll tell you that on Thursday I was positive that I never wanted to work again. It was sunny. I played RedLight/GreenLight with my four year old nephew, went for two long walks on the waterfront and wondered why people with million dollar condos do not in fact sit on their decks on nice days and then went to a baseball game. All in all not too shabby.

And with the dawn of this workweek, the reality sets in that someone who is NOT me won Mega Millions too meaning my $197,000,000 dream will have to wait and that this “vacation” is a working one as in I need to find what I’m going to be working on next.
Everyone has given me advice on how to do this unemployment thing. Some of the best sounding advice has been to set up a schedule and structure your time and plan out your day so that you aren’t just lying around the house by yourself. This is a potentially lonely time especially for someone like me so used to seeing friends all day at work. I’m scheduling time for extra workouts, dedicated time each day for job searching and prospecting, and started setting up plans to see friends. I’m also structure going to look for a class or two to meet some people (you never know when one of them may leave me something in their will…or may know of a job that is perfect for me).

Over the weekend, I talked to someone who has been unemployed for quite a while and it kind of seems that he hopes everyone would just call him because they should be seeking him out. Reminds me of when my old roommate and I were laying around in flannel pants and sweatshirts, eating chips and watching Bridget Jones’ Diary for the fifteenth millionth time and wondering why we didn’t have dates. We did finally realize…they aren’t going to come looking for us. I have heard of it happening but door to door magazine salesmen, missionaries and people coming to my house because they wrote down their friends’ addresses wrong are not necessarily interested in sweeping you off your feet (especially when you are wearing said flannel pants and have Doritos crumbs in your hair).

So this morning I went to a recruiters’ office for a preliminary interview. It can’t hurt to get one more person to know about you and advocate on your behalf. I mean I’m not in an all fired hurry to start working tomorrow but if I am going to start working, ever, I need to be the one to go out and get it because it’s not going to just come to your door.
I mean you even have to leave the house to get lottery tickets.