Unemployed

Today marks my first day of unemployment.

It feels kind of terrifying and really exciting. I fancy knowing myself pretty well, and I know that if I don't set up some kind of schedule for myself, I will be waking up at 11 am and spending hours online looking up useless things. As much as I'm trying to relax a little, I know how much I have to do and that I'm quite prone to wandering off for hours.

Today I am being a little bit lax, enjoying the freedom and the looming hours that can be filled with countless projects. So far I have read 176 pages of a book Jess loaned me, I have managed to brush my teeth, brush my hair and put some clean clothes on. All before 11 am.

The last few weeks of work had been quiet. I trained my replacements for three weeks and was then paid for another month to be "on call" for any questions or snags they hit. They hit many, as will happen when you lay someone off and give their full time responsibilities to someone that already held a full time position with the company. The replacements ended up being a replacement (the office manager) and I think she's a little overwhelmed. She must have gotten the hang of something because I had gotten one email in the last two weeks asking a question.

Today, I don't have to check my work email many, many times to make sure I am resolving any questions; I don't have to suffer through a call from my supervisor where she rants and raves about how stupid everyone is; I don't have to care about SEO, ad zones or the next sprint. I just don't have to care about that website any more or ever visit it again. It's all a rather large load off my chest and mind and I feel free, it's easier to breathe and I get to forget all kinds of ad trafficking information, freeing up some brain space for new, more suitable information.

My new path includes unemployment followed by college and part time work, wedding planning and my wedding, more college and who knows what else. I'm just excited to not have to give away any energy to the drain of excitable coworkers and work that, while I was good at it, didn't really suit me.