when work ends

1710h/ pj's coffee & tea co.

so i'm unemployed. there. i said it. i didn't get fired in one of those catharsis-making scenes where you throw your rolodex and desk chachki in a swiped box and slam the office door screaming that all these suits will rue the day they lost you because they don't give a damn about genius or loyalty now but one day, in what i'm guessing will be the result of a near-death experience, they will realize they've just been serving The The Mighty Dollar. i don't get to hate anybody or feel self righteous about not selling out or lowering my supposed "standards". basically i started a project and we ran out of money for luxuries like salaries.

you can sugar coat it if you want, but the best you'll come up with is sour patch kids.

unemployment leads to many life changes, i find, not least among them lack of work. the corollary to this life change is a noticeable lack of things to do. i've chosen, primarily, to fill these huge expanses of time with reading while being seated. i've taken my reading roadshow to several local places including my sofa, my bed, certain purveyors of adult beverages, and the afforementioned pj's coffee & tea company - my favorite due to its soft chairs, relative lack of people begging for bus fare, and willingness to let me read while being seated much longer than my $3 iced coffee should reasonably entitle me to.

i've been here for a few hours today and will probably read while being seated for a few more unless the sacred heart girls stage a coup against the mcghee girls for control of study space.

oh, i almost forgot to mention my most notable (a relative term) reading-while-being-seated experience of the day, which took place not at pj's but at wrbh radio, where i read aloud while being seated once a week. today i read an hour worth of articles from people magazine. i can report that stephanie from full house is getting divorced and not, repeat not, taking methamphetamine. no mention of the jolie-pitts.