Laid off and loving it!

As most of you know, my work is seasonal. As soon as the snow starts to melt and the birds start to sing their sweet, sweet, songs of spring.. I'll be back in full swing. Looking at hairy carpenter cracks, chewed up chunks of Vienna sausage stuck in unkempt beards, chins that bathe at the Copenhagen hotsprings, sweat rings that can reach unbelievable proportions, and the brilliant sparkle of four remaining teeth glinting at me in the morning sun. Ahhhh, those are the memories I hold close to my heart.. I'm getting all choked up just thinking about it. God I miss those guys!









But anyway... this has got me to thinking about how I seem to change whenever I'm laid off. The first thing I noticed is how my appearance changes. When I'm working, I always keep myself looking top notch. Why.. you ask? Considering what I'm faced with on a day to day basis, my only reply to that would be, I'm a f*cking idiot. I guess in all honesty it's because I'm the type of person that doesn't like to go out in public looking all sloppy & grubby. But here's the kicker.. when I'm laid off I tend to look like a bag lady. Let's talk about my hair for instance.. when I take my dogs outside to pee, I see how the birds are looking at me. They're looking at my hair like they just spotted the best piece of real estate their beady little eyes ever did see! Listen birds! My head is not a nesting ground!!









Then there's the clothing I wear when I'm laid off. Nothing ever matches! Looking good isn't even a priority anymore. It's all about comfort from that point on. Take it from me, right now.. I AM COMFORTABLE! I'm dressed so comfortable that I probably scared the Verizon service technician that came to my house today. First of all, my damn husband was suppose to be home to deal with the guy so I didn't have to frighten an innocent man. But as I was getting ready to choke the chicken prepare baked chicken I realized I was out of Reynolds oven bags. So I had to send my hubby to the store.. If you saw the way I looked you'd understand why I didn't go myself. I did the supermarket a big favor by not showing up there. When customers are nauseated, food doesn't sell that well. As far as mentally scarring that Verizon guy, screw him, I didn't know him and he didn't know me. Plus, I didn't compromise my comfort level today.









My bedroom even changes when I'm laid off. It's not just a bedroom right now.. it's a habitat. I have snacks scattered about, some cups here and there for my beverages... don't look at me that way! I'm entitled to a late night smorgasbord while watching movies! What a sight I must be at bedtime, laying there with my mismatched, BUT COMFY clothes, munching on Doritos and sippin' on an ice cold rum & coke iced tea.










There's some bad news to this happy lil' thing I got going. I have to get up early for the next two days. My company is sending me to one of those boring refresher type courses... they call it winter school. The kind where you have drool coming out of your mouth after the first hour. I can't wait to hear about all the new developments in concrete, asphalt, and maybe ass crack technologies.










By the way, if you didn't get to participate in the blogging story, please do. The story is getting hot and heavy... I can't let Sam go that easy, I want to hear what happens next! I'll be keeping this link open til hell freezes over if I have to.

and by the way.. WTF is up with the text on all of my past posts.. it's really friggin' small now. Christ..