It appears that my time as an unemployed loaf is over. No more rolling o
ut of bed at 10. No more going to bed at 3 am on a weekday. No, folks, this guy now has a full-time gig. And that feels pretty good.
See, this is my first time being unemployed, and it seemed like forever. In reality, I was without full-time employment for 120 days. That’s about 3 months, 28 days, or 17 weeks, or 2880 hours cheapest cialis depending on how you like to organize units of time. Now, I don’t mean to sound like I was just sitting around watching daytime TV every day, as that was certainly not the case. Nope. I was doing something that always sounded like a complete mystery to me……
Yes, fredders, I was a consultant. That’s one of those professions that always elicits a shrug/nod when supplied as an answer to the question "So, what do you do for a living?" I’ve always thought of a consultant as someone that gets paid for giving their opinion on a subject, which sounds like a pretty sweet deal. In reality, however, you actually have to do a lot of work, and it’s a lot of chasing down clients to get paid, and smiling pretty and kissing figurative babies to try to land the next gig.
But I was working for myself. That’s the American dream, right? Being your own boss, setting your own hours, paying for health insurance out of pocket, not selling out to the man, that sort of thing. Well, it really is kind of cool, and I would have been happy to keep doing it, but I was made an offer I couldn’t refuse. A brand new company in stealth-mode is giving me a chance to do something I’ve always wanted to do: form my own department. Now that’s kind of nice.
So, unemployment, I bid you farewell. We had fun, didn’t we?