people watching (or listening)

the apartment that i share with my lovely husband overlooks a nice little street that every so often provides some entertainment, especially now that i am home a lot. normally, the drama occurs outside the house but today we have crazy man who my neighbor downstairs has decided to splitsville with in my stairwell. i awoke to the doorbell and there he was, mumbling something about how sorry he was to wake me up and that he had forgotten his keys. i noticed that he had a big thing of roses and mentally, i was like, this is weird, why don't you call my neighbor and get her to come let you in but whatever, people forget their keys and are inconsiderate all the time so why should today be different (plus, i was expecting a package and it would have been sort of rude to answer the door and then be like, NO). anyway, hours later, he's still hanging out in the stairwell, having loud conversations with her via phone saying things like "i'm not unstable" and "we have legals obligations to each other." while this is pretty entertaining (much more so than the cat poop she used to leave out on her landing, though about as equally disgusting), i would really like it if he would leave. SERIOUSLY, LEAVE SO I CAN LEAVE MY HOUSE IN PEACE!

staying healthy even if it empties my bank

staying healthy is always an admirable and attainable goal and especially important while unemployed.

while it's been nice sleeping in and pretty much doing whatever i want when i want, one of the things that i am trying to maintain a schedule for is going to the gym. i have gained a few (many) pounds thanks to being fed lunch at my desk everyday. free meals were their way of buying me out of a lunch break, gotta keep paying those bills! (i was working as an accountant for a temporary business and now that it's complete, i am back to the hateful job search.) but as i have no excuse not to try to regain some semblance of health, i have decided to join THE GYM. i'm not saying everyone should join a gym but i know that i'm better at doing something when i have money on the line, ie. gyms cost A LOT. and i have been known to utilize a gym in the past but i also use to have youth on my side and aging has made shaving off pounds exponentially harder. today was day 2 of gymming, partially enforced by my normally lovely husband. i mostly just run on the elliptical since i figure that lifting weights is way too grueling for a novice exerciser. i am happily surprised by the fact that i can still move my body for over 30 minutes at a time without passing out but saddened that this will clearly take longer than i wish. but if i am going to unemployed, at least i'm going to look good doing it! plus, finding a job is tedious and depressing task and exercise has been known to help boost the immune system AND mental health - something we can all use a little more of in this miserably cold winter.

unemployment application

yep, with no prospects in sight, i ask the government, "please, sir, may i have some of the taxes that i've diligently paid all these years back?" while it's not exactly a pleasing prospect, it will hopefully pay the bills while i search for another life plan. i've had discussions on whether taking unemployment is something i should be ashamed of but quite frankly, why should i not take advantage of the benefits that i pay into? it's not like i'm stealing or tricking the government; it's part of where my taxes go and part of the reason to pay into a government and abide by society's rules is to get the benefits. i don't hesitate to call the police when i am being robbed so why should i hesitate to accept monetary benefits that are also rightfully mine? the thing is, i would rather have a secure job and constant income but i don't, so that's what unemployment is for. jobs give me not just money, they give me confidence, a chance to meet new people and a place in the world, something that unemployment deposits can never do.

cleaning, ugh.

being back home at my mom's house, i realize what a hoarder i truly am. as i have no excuse not to, my mom has demanded that try to clean out my childhood things. not that she is trying to be cruel, but we both know that i like to treasure oddities, meaning a lot of it's crap. some of it has brought on waves of nostalgia for the days pre-employment rat race. i have old letters written to me by pen-pals, bff's and who is now my husband that reference events and people i no longer remember. i have memorabilia that have little meaning now though i still remember that at one point, it was IMPERATIVE that i buy another sticker/button/pen that had the name of whatever place we were visiting. i have photos of people i no longer keep in contact with but whose picture i am loathe to toss (thank god for digital and the little space that it requires to keep). when i am employed and busy with work, i have little time to delve into the past and recount these memories. i suppose i should take this time to reflect a bit, especially in light of the new years and all.