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From the Draft Pile: Fun-employment 2017

Have you recently found yourself in the state of unemployment, love? Looking for things to do that are both productive and fun? Well. I’ll have none of that. Follow my lead and have some fun doing all the worst possible things you can do while unemployed. Here are my current top 5 funemployment tips to get you back on your feet faster than that squarespace site you promised your best friend you would build her before your slow decent into depression will get built.

  1. Showers are for closers.
  2. There are so many YouTube videos of drag queens around.
  3. Avoid all media related to your old job so you’re completely out of touch with your former world.
  4. As your subscription video accounts expire, make sure you forget and leave all your shows in  mid season, preferably in a cliffhanger.
  5. Listen to podcasts about tv shows you do not watch.

The picture is of a kitten outside of a hospital. Note, I wrote this in March and am still unemployed. You can read more about mitigating circumstances and why I was at a hospital to take a picture of a stray cat here.   

Living in a hospital. And being a guilty caregiver.

Like the world's worst summer camp.
A reminder of the Arterial Blood Gas tests.

This is the first in a series about being a caregiver for better or worse as a man in his late 20s. It’s to raise money for my mother who isn’t doing too hot after a lengthy stint in the hospital that probably shouldn’t have ended quite yet. Check out that link here:

You know that episode of Roseanne? The one before the show gets crazy? The one where Dan has a heart attack at Darlene’s wedding?

That’s what I always pictured when a matriarch or patriarch takes a fall from health. The family gathering around in the waiting room hoping for the best kind of result.

And, in a way, that’s how it was when my mother had a heart attack an hour after I got home from the last day of my junior year of high school. She had a minor heart attack followed by an induced one at the hospital. She was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. Life went on. We moved to a house with a pool. Times seemed good. Continue reading Living in a hospital. And being a guilty caregiver.