Summer Lovin'

Have you ever had a boring break up? One you saw coming for days, weeks, maybe even months? It was just a matter of time before one of you had to pull the plug. The relationship was stale, maybe one of you was content with vanilla sex and the other was dying to try something new. You both knew that the relationship sucked and there were better things out there. But it was comfortable, you knew what to expect. The sex was vanilla, but at least it was sex.

Thats how being laid off has been for me. My old job was like a boyfriend, the work was the passion, and the paycheck was the sex. It started out hot and heavy in the beginning, I was obsessed I couldn't get enough. At the end, after I punched my three thousandth hole, I realized we were not meant to be. That didn't stop me from going through the motions... 

No one screamed or cried during the break up, we just quietly exchanged each other's property, and moved on.

I try not say anything bad about my old job since we have a lot of mutual friends.  I've been cautioned about burning  bridges blah, blah, blah.  

I've just come to the point in the break up when I stop partying to dull the pain, and admit that being single is scary and slightly boring. Unemployment is nice for a while, but it doesn't compare to the real thing. You can fantasize that someone else is giving you the check but you know the truth: the battery will run out at some point.  Maybe its time for a one night stand. Maybe I need to find a ridiculously young little hunk and have a meaningless fling.

Maybe I should wait tables this summer.

Do you follow me? I think waiting tables would be a perfect fling. The idea of a summer romance where we both go our separate ways after Labor Day, sounds rather appealing.  I'd like something fast and furious with no strings attached. I'm not ready for a full time commitment. I need to be able to date around and find something that works for me, I need a new job that helps me  realize that the old job wasn't the "one who got away."

I went to a career fair yesterday. This was very similar to a singles bar, only in this scenario you dress up and try to pick up a job instead of a man.

It was really bad, hardly any appealing prospects. I could work at a bank, the Army Reserves, or Mary Kay. Then I saw something in the corner flirting with me batting its gorgeous little eyes: a waitressing job. So I sashayed over there in my best professional gear and dropped off my digits (my resume). 

I dropped a resume off to a restaurant. Lets all take a minute to think about that. 

Done?

Anyway, the question is will you think less of me if I hook up with waitressing? 

Comments

[Natty]

Do you find yourself calling your old office and hanging up? If not you are ready to start a fling.

[d.d.]

DS ...
having stumbled onto your blurb awhile back i find myself jonesin'
about every morning to your classic real life insights ... the latest
being your quest for extended employment. the murphy-goode thing
is sooooooo you - sonoma country in ca (if you're gonna be in ca)
is a beautiful place to hang -
if you do jump ship i hope you will keep up the blog ...

you are one of a kind -

all the best
d.d.