Day 53
Since there are 30 days in the month of September and 22 expired days of October as of this very moment, and since I have arbitrarily decided that my unemployment began on the first day of September of the year 2005, today marks the 53rd day of my unemployment.
I suppose that leaves a good chunk of unaccounted-for time between my college commencement (23 May 2005) and the commencement of my unemployment. That, of course, was my summer vacation--with the exception of 26 days of trekking through western Europe, an entirely uneventful span.
I think the first of September is an appropriately designated date because, to every child of the American public school system, September is "back to school month." Of course, schools at all levels usually tend to begin the academic year in August, but it's really September that conjures up images of pencils and new backpacks and new teachers.
This September, there were no pencils, no new backpacks, no new teachers--not for me. Millions upon millions of students across the country saw their educations progress predictably this academic cycle, all of them completely oblivious to the warmth and safety that their education affords them. And then there are those of us who have finally fallen off that sheer cliff after years of carefree frolicking in the rye. Sadly, we learn that there is no Holden Caulfield there to catch us.
And so post-college/pre-employed life begins...
I suppose that leaves a good chunk of unaccounted-for time between my college commencement (23 May 2005) and the commencement of my unemployment. That, of course, was my summer vacation--with the exception of 26 days of trekking through western Europe, an entirely uneventful span.
I think the first of September is an appropriately designated date because, to every child of the American public school system, September is "back to school month." Of course, schools at all levels usually tend to begin the academic year in August, but it's really September that conjures up images of pencils and new backpacks and new teachers.
This September, there were no pencils, no new backpacks, no new teachers--not for me. Millions upon millions of students across the country saw their educations progress predictably this academic cycle, all of them completely oblivious to the warmth and safety that their education affords them. And then there are those of us who have finally fallen off that sheer cliff after years of carefree frolicking in the rye. Sadly, we learn that there is no Holden Caulfield there to catch us.
And so post-college/pre-employed life begins...
posted by temporarily unemployed at 23:00
1 Comments:
omg. brilliant. a hearthbreaking work of staggering genius, one might even say. if you keep this up for long enough you will become one of those articulate and famous bloggers, and then the new york times will do a piece on you, and then your unemployment will become your employment. here's hoping! in the meantime, thanks for giving me something to do besides my work. i heart you.
~C
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