Princess Of Prose

My friends Candice and Drew have a pretty great blog. If you are into film or weird pictures of burritos, check this out:

http://theelroberto.blogspot.com/

So, since I have a lot of time on my hands and no money, I have a few choices regarding how to spend my time most days. These usually are:

1. Sit around my house and watch daytime television. So far I have developed a minor addiction to the Tyra Banks Show, Dr. Phil, and Oprah. I am considering, however, adding a soap opera to my line up.

2. Continue to search every employment Web site for jobs and apply to 3,494,893,029 of them each day. I have applied to so many jobs, I have lost count. Sometimes, just for fun, I apply to jobs that I am really unqualified for. Today I responded to this one:

We are looking for a native from Hungary that proofreads a Website and makes sure that there are no mistakes in the Hungarian language.

If this fits your profile please contact me with the email above. This is an easy and fun job that you can do from home and make money.

Hmmm….I wonder if they will call back.

3. Go to the beach with my dog. Calliope, my Border Collie / Lab mix, LOVES water. She LOVES it. When we go to the beach, she is immediately happy. She bounds for the water and jumps in, splashing and howling like it is the best thing she has ever done. What is interesting about it that her reaction never varies. Even if we were there the day before, she is just as excited about it. Even if the water is freezing, she doesn’t care. Even if there are no other dogs at the beach that day, she still runs around like crazy, whipping around a new-found strand of kelp in her mouth.

So, needless to say, I think #3 is my best option most days. But, I find myself wondering why I can’t be more like my dog. What is stopping me from thoroughly enjoying my existence each day? Why can’t I be excited about the little joys in life like going to the beach? The heaviness of being an adult human pretty much sucks.

I know it is a little early for New Year’s resolutions, but I think I already have mine figured out for this year:

Live life like a dog who loves the beach.

I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job. I still don’t have a job.

And I hate it.

I have discovered something interesting about being unemployed. The simplest obligations seem like the end of the world. It is harder than ever to go to appointments or talk to people on the phone. It feels like torture to drag myself to the grocery store. I can’t seem to motivate myself to get out of my pajamas in the morning. It is really weird. Even writing this blog seems like a huge pain in the ass.

So, I guess working inspires some kind of productivity in other parts of my life. Either that or I am just terribly depressed about unemployment and poverty. Interesting.