Not having a job for a few weeks has offered me a few unique opportunities. In addition to taking my Fridays off, I got to actually "live in my house" for the first time since I moved in two and half years ago. The American Life and it's "required" 40 to 90 hour work week often turns a house into a place to collect stuff and sleep, at least for some of we single people. Being home for three and a half weeks, I've eaten at home, slept in (but only occasionally), cleaned house repeatedly, did laundry repeatedly. Despite the angry, frustration and worry over finding another job and occasional cabin-fever, being home has been kind of nice.
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