Weekends don't mean quite the same thing when yer out of work . . .

Being unemployed as I start the New Year is quite a trip. I'm trying to figure out just what the next step is, though I gotta say that my days definitely fill right up. Today I did the house- husband trip, clearing out some of the wreckage of the holidays and vacuuming cobwebs off our twenty-five foot tall ceiling. We're supposed to get hit with a major storm over the next twenty-four hours, so I did the ol' batten down the hatches thing, too.

I also mailed off a claim to the State Labor Board due to what I understand are some irregularities in how my salary was handled when I worked over the last three years. I'm not sure what will come of it, but I am doing the footwork. I may have been shorted a good chunk of change, and if there's a chance to right that wrong, I'm going to do it.

Otherwise, life is very different for me right now. I'm learning to slow down and be in the moment more. My schedule is much more flexible; even more natural. I guess this is what it's supposed to be like, though I can't say I've had much experience with this type of living.

The job situation is not very good in our area right now. Winter is not a good time for a job search around here, and the economy is not very stable. I've also applied for unemployment, so maybe that will give me a bit of room for a more productive search. Anyway, the days are so different when I haven't given so many hours over to a job. I'm exploring it as a positive thing, and that's where it's at right now.