Unemployment is a funny thing. Hilarious really. Unemployment makes me ponder what I actually did for $8/hr. Things we do while on the job, day in and out, shape mannerisms and speak inaudible volumes to ourselves.
-Did I really just make a non-fat, extra dry, cappuccino for an 8 year old?
-Are you really buying a $5.00 glass of wine on your date?
-Can you even switch gears on your Ferrari/Lamborghini/$100,000+ car?
-Did you really just pull that painting off the Ladies' Room wall?
-Did you want another double-patron with 2 lemons, while your daughter goes to the restroom?
-Did you really just speak to me in Spanish?
-Why is your kid with you at a wine bar at 9PM on a Tuesday night?
-Did your infant love her birthday party at the wine bar?
-"Cuvaison? CUUUU-VAAIII-SSOOONN?"
I'm currently looking for another job, and trying to move out of state at the same time. Executing the latter seems to be impossible without a job. I'm trying to remain tactful as well; not have money for cigarettes has turned me unstable.
It's been a month since the restaurant I was working for closed their doors for good. I did not get the time to look for another job, and in the meanwhile, I'm left trying to define the vicissitudes of unemployment.
