The waiting

Ah, yes, there's lots of time when you're laid off. As soon as the effect of walking around your home in pajamas without showering for a few days has worn off, it can get a little dull.

Surfing the Internet for jobs ("I can become a magician on Pier 39? But why?") can get dull and you need time to go outside and get all that Vitamin D everyone says is good for you.

Today I noticed two teenagers rolling around the park for the last three hours. They're all dressed in black and I can see them from my window. Maybe 15 or 16. They love their goth freedom. I guess I should, too. Need a skull-and-crossbones T-shirt, though.

In the meantime, I've cleaned out my wallet and am picking up old Kudos wrappers and Kleenex from around my desk. I realized that if someone came into my "home office" they would know a lot about me:

Kudos wrappers (chocolate-covered granola, so tries to be healthy but really wants a Snickers)

Old napkins and Kleenex (slob)

AZO Cranberry pills (OK, lots going on down there)

"Cries Unheard" (book about a child killer, obviously kookoo for kokopuffs)

Sunglasses (trying to hide the dark circles/hangover)