Wednesday, August 28, 2013

23 Days Until the Clown Car Stops

23 days until I start my sequestered sabbatical, or as some might say, my days of unemployment. As an optimist, I prefer the former. Several weeks ago I realized  that I may have some time to myself to actually plan and do things I have personally wanted to do for years, but could not due to the encumbrances of a full time job. That perhaps, I could take a year off and travel or write or clean up/out the house. It would not be the most fiscally responsible thing to do, but then at 53, perhaps living on the edge is not such a bad thing.

For years I have heard stories of women who spend their time playing tennis, lunching, and shopping. These women do not have the stress of deadlines (unless one counts a carpool or court time) nor does their day require the juggling skills of a circus performer. I pine for my only decision to be which Chardonnay I have with lunch.

Of course, I can also spend the time productively - looking for a real, honest to God, paying job. The way I see it, as soon as I settle into the idea that I will have a chance, for the first time in 30 years, to do some things I have longed for, a good job opportunity will come along and the responsible side of me will take over and I will once again be back in the rat race. 

For those unaware, being a responsible party, in your mid fifties in America is not all it is supposed to be. And, the members of Congress who still have their jobs are quick to say that the sequester really doesn't hurt middle America. Personally, I think 20% of Congress should be eliminated to make sure they understand what their inability to wear big boy pants has caused hundreds of thousands of American Workers. But, I digress.

I feel certain in 23 days, I will have a plan or at least a list of what I want to get accomplished. Everyone needs a place to start. Until then, life will go on as usual. One thing is for certain, those folks who say they couldn't stop working because they need to stay busy, don't have a life. I love my job, but I have a life. And, for 30 years, it has taken a back seat to everything else. So, if I get 1 week, 2 months, whatever to catch up, I plan to enjoy every moment of it. 

What do folks who do not work do between 8 and 5 during the day any how? Inquiring minds want to know.

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