I was actually quite despondent when I heard the news. I had slipped easily into my daily routine of running errands, walking the dog, writing, reading, and generally enjoying myself. I did things like spend hours watering the grass and stripping the paint off the front railings as penance for my idle enjoyment while the rest of the household labored away, but overall it was a great life.
Plus, I had done everything possible to look for a job. I'd sent out resumes, worked contacts, scoured Monster and Careerbuilder. I'd even called no less than 3 Kelly offices—all of which said they had no openings. So I could enjoy myself without feeling guilty that I should try harder to find a job. I had tried, it hadn't worked out yet, and therefore I could reap the benefits of being unemployed without the guilt.
Alas, this came to an abrupt end a couple weeks ago. I had an interview on Wednesday, I got the job on Thursday, and I started on Monday. Suddenly, not only am I working full-time, but I'm spending another 2 hours or so commuting. My lazy, carefree days are gone for now. But I'll remember them fondly.