I’ve spent most of the last three weeks sharpening my skill set. I’ve mastered procrastination and the art of the afternoon nap. I’ve also been hitting the gym six days a week. I’ve barely touched my resume. I’ve only done research on two companies. I’ve read a few job postings but found a reason not to apply.
I’ve been working full-time since I was twenty. That’s almost forty years. My parents did not believe in allowances so I had a paper route and mowed lawns for spending money. Later, I worked at a Jack in the Box and was a busboy/dishwasher at a local steak house. My work career spans back to when I was eight.
I’m tired of working. I don’t want to look for a new job. I’m having a hard time finding motivation.
I’m thankful I have an emergency fund. I’m guessing that once I run through thirty or forty thousand dollars, I’ll find the motivation to seek new employment. Until then, I’ll probably try to master the art of sleeping in along with enjoying unemployment.