Hello dear friends, stalwarts of the blogosphere. If you are reading this, clearly you are committed to staying on top of your friends' blogs, no matter how delinquent your friends may be. I compliment you.
Last year, I claimed I was too busy to blog. I think I was just too cranky. Now, as I bask in Summer Vacation (you're never too old!!!), busyness is no longer an excuse, so I present you with another: Unemployment.
I have decided not to return to working two jobs next year as I finish my graduate coursework (see above paragraph regarding crankiness). Consequently, I am working one very part-time job and waiting for school to start. Those of you who fantastize about having free time, perhaps a few hours absent the din of your squalling rugrats or crushing pressure of imminent work-related deadlines, may think that this is a prime opportunity to Get Things Done. You might be organizing your photos! Calling your Grandmother! Planning vacations with a humanitarian focus! Researching how to maximize your strawberry yield and perhaps make jam!
Let me tell you what I have been doing: eating out. And let me tell you why.
Ryan is also unemployed. He quit his job about a month ago and, although he spends considerable time brainstorming the next chapter in his professional development, he also spends considerable time suggesting we go out for pancakes.
At first it was innocent enough. He just quit his job, we figured, and deserved a little R&R. What says R&R like going out for breakfast after staying in bed until ten? Admittedly, it was blissful at first. But eating out is only fun once or twice--like anything, we quickly habituate to the new behavior and before long it seems as routine as its predecessor. Now, we are eating out like it's an acceptable way to feed ourselves. Like we're on vacation forever.
I tremble to think of looking at our credit card statement. Surely hundreds have been spent. In self-preservation, I have also hidden the scale in the linen closet.
Today Ryan is golfing and I am on call, which means I am sitting around in case my pager goes off. I really ought to go organize those pictures.
If you need me, I'll be at IHOP.
I hope school starts soon.
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"How vain it is to sit down to write, when you have not stood up to live"
7 comments:
Yummy...pancakes. I'm in!
You could just blog about what you ate everyday.
Man I love IHOP. I love IHOP because you can get something like "Butterscotch Rocks Pancakes," which would, under any other set of circumstances be considered a dessert, for, wait for it, dinner! Ditto on the chocolate chip variety. The license to consume chocolate chips for dinner is unbeatable.
I was reading a NYT article once about IHOP and the crazily sweet concoctions they come up with. The author described one of their offerings as "making a Butterfinger candy bar seem like a refreshing palate cleanser." Genius.
You should try their crepes. I hear they're quite tasty.
Amy!!! I laughed so hard at this post and then read it to everyone in the room. You're still hilarious :)
And its sad how unemployment (aka free time) and eating out can lose their luster so quickly.
Hope you're doing great!!
maybe IHOP is hiring?
You rock. I would like to point out, however, that that correct status of your current situation is underemployed. Since you do still, like totally, have a part-time job.
Plus, I think it makes it that much funnier.
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