Still in hermit status and still loving it.

It’s been over a month and I have yet to tire of locking myself away from the world for days at at time. Part of me is starting to feel guilty, guilty of what I’m not sure. Well… maybe guilty isn’t the right word for it. I think aberrant best describes this feeling… hell, I don’t know if there is a right word for it. If you think of one, let me know.

Having this level of solitude and idleness feel so good is very antithetical to what is considered normal; Read the rest of this entry »

I’m now into week three of my hiatus and I haven’t published anything in a while because I’ve been on a mental vacation from any and all things expected of me… and it’s been pretty kick-ass wonderful.

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My much awaited last day at work was Tuesday and now, Friday, is the first time I can bring myself to do anything of substance.

Tuesday after work, several co-workers and friends meet me out for happy hour to celebrate my “retirement”. Six vodka tonics later, most of my cohorts are ho-humming about needing to get home, bla bla bla, need to get up for work tomorrow, yadda yadda yadda. It’s only somewhere in the vicinity of 9pm at this point and I call them all out for being pansies (although 9pm is normally my bed time) to which I am met with litany of slings in the field of “well, some of us have JOBS” (note to self, find more jobless friends).

One trooper agrees that the night is too young, and joins Husband and me at our humble abode for a celebratory bottle of vino. We open up a bottle I’ve been saving for a special occasion, kick off our shoes, and hunker down on the couch. The next thing I know, it’s 3am and we’ve gone from Special Occasion wine, to Grocery Store wine, to Something I Got for Free Somewhere wine. We’ve also managed to solve all the world’s problems by debating the finer points of: Read the rest of this entry »

Thursday was supposed to be my last day at work, BUT  I have wearily agreed to stay an extra couple of days (i know, I’m a sucker!). Since leaving early on Thursday for the three day weekend, I have tried to pretend that my hiatus has already started. Therefore, I have been semi-celebrating.

I wish I could go full force and celebrate without the doom of Monday looming over me, but alas, I am a terrible liar. Then again, this excruciating turn of events has given me TWO, count em TWO, opportunities for gluttonous merrymaking.

In this first installment, I have held back from riotous, public displays of abandon, and instead opted for private caveman style gorging. For the last two days, I have mainly subsisted on fried chicken, candy, and wine. This heady combination of animal fat, sugar, and grown up grape juice has left me with several deep thoughts: Read the rest of this entry »

While I have enough money in savings to pay myself a decent salary for the next year. I am going to attempt to give up some of life’s little luxuries a) because it’s the responsible thing to do, b) because it’s going to be very hard to watch my savings go down, and c) because many of the things I’m giving up are conveniences that I have no excuse not to do myself anymore.

So here are some of the things I plan to give up. Let’s see if it actually happens!

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This is an email I sent to my friend Cleo Manning who was a high school English teacher for about 10 minutes until she realized the only thing worse than today’s youth, are their parents. (She sells houses now.)

To: Cleo@ParentsSuck.com
From: She-Ra@IRule.com
Subject: To whore or not to whore, that is the question…

Ms. Manning, Ms. Manning, I have a question!!!

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A few days into my vacation/jobless decision, I’m sitting in a restaurant with Husband. We’re discussing this and that and enjoying our wonderful Turkish food. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, I lean across the table and plant a big sexy kiss on his lips. I have no idea where it came from. He has no idea what planet he’s on for a good 10 seconds. And we both just smile.

To put it simply, in the past few days, I have become a different person. I never thought of myself as a stressed out individual, but in the last 72 hours, this barely visible dull film coating everything in my life has just disintegrated. I’m smiling, I’m laughing, I’m playful and carefree. I’m a Celebrex commercial come to life.

In post kiss bliss, he smiles a big goofy grin and says “Yeay! I get a new wife!”

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At six o’clock on Monday, after my boss gives me the green light to blow my vacation wad on the rest of the week, I’m walking out of the building and called Husband to tell him the good news. The conversation went something like this:

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Quitting your job. You know you’ve thought about it. If you’re anything like me you don’t just think about it, you fantasize about it.

On a good day it sounds like a far away dream you had last night. On a bad day you know the exact inflection of how you’ll tell them where they can stick their expense report. And on a really bad day, you just cry in defeat.

So for years, at different points in my career, I’d have these fantasies about saying something to effect of “Take this job and shove it!” (with many added expletives), walk out in a dramatic huff, get in my convertible, and peel away to a sound track of something Tom Pettyish with a touch of Nine Inch Nails. The problem is the fantasy never really progressed past that. I never thought about arriving home wind blown, sunburned and jobless with all this time on my hands.

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