Editor’s note: The following was originally written Oct 27, 2008 at 10:46pm. For whatever reason I never published it and left it as a draft (one of many). Whatever, enjoy…
They get bored. Real bored.
I’ve spent a good two weeks on a fresh resume. I’ve sent in apps and sat down on interviews. Everything you are supposed to do when you’re currently looking for jobs. This is because my severance from my previous job resembles the combined amount of cash between your summer lawn mowing gig and that piggy bank you swore you’d never break. It’s not the companies fault. It’s my fault for not working there long enough. However if I worked there long enough I wouldn’t be getting a severance in the first place - but that’s neither here nor there.
Back to the boredom. Because that’s why someone like me has time to write a post on boredom in the first place. Today, Monday, represents the first day that I am not at work. Last Friday was the last day and cliche as it was, I walked out with a box full of crap from my desk. I even dragged my feet on the way out, waiting for someone to start the slow clap, ala the movie Rudy. It didn’t happen.
But what does happen on your infinite day off is this. You discover the world that non-journalist have been knee deep in for years.
For example today I rediscovered Facebook, again, for the first time. That is to say I was all over it like it was four years ago and I was trying to collect more friends that my most hatted college classmate. Facebook is fine and dandy, but once I got over the initial rush of approving the 30 or so random groups and friend requests that I had neglected since January, I literally just stared at the screen like an elderly person who just doesn’t “get” the Internet.
But that wasn’t able to keep my attention long enough. After all that was a mere two hours out of my day in which I had many more to kill. Later I would gravitate to Mario Kart Wii as another solution. I battled with bananas, mushrooms and blue shells to crush my comical opponents in order to sap another larger portion of my day away.
Even later, I would go to the bank to generate an accurate timeline for when I officially would go broke. I walked, you know, because I had the time.
Finally in desperation I read the Internet. All of it.
That pretty much sums up my Monday. Who knows what wild and crazy adventures will occur Tuesday? I’ve got a full day to find out.
— Brian
