I’ve got less than nothing to say, which probably means this will be one of those long, rambling posts that fails to enlighten. Being unemployed is, well, boring. I’m either going to lose my mind or grow to like it. Who knows which will come first and neither option appeals. I consistently have no idea what day of the week it is, much less the date. Entire blocks of time disappear before I know it and others (like the hours in the afternoon waiting for Tanya to come home) seem to drag endlessly.

I’ve got the Web site project, which is helping. I’m probably spending more time on it than I’m actually going to bill for. Part of that is to curb boredom and part of it is the learning curve. I’ve already accomplished things for the site that I’ve never done before and this is really satisfying. I’m getting a lot more out of this project than money but then there’s always that nagging worry that if I’m not spending every minute of my day earning a living I must be a big slacker. There are also additional painting projects on the horizon and I still haven’t contacted Rob about Planet Patchwork duties.

I got a call about a job yesterday. The first such call. Problem is, it’s an Atlanta position and not one I’m terribly enthusiastic about. The thing I’ve been avoiding blogging about is that we’ve decided to move. So there, I’ve said that. For the last few years we’ve been talking about leaving Atlanta and trying to decide where we think we’ll go. Last year we came to the conclusion that the most realistic option was Columbus, Ohio, for lots of reasons. Tanya told her boss she’d be leaving in September and at that point our intention was to focus her job search up north. My layoff and her employer’s decision to go part-time or quit her job and stay home altogether this summer have sped up our plans considerably.

Conducting an out of state job search is a pain in the ass. The situation is compounded by my questionable transportation. Our lease isn’t up until July. There are about a million balls in the air right now and we’re just juggling away at them. And of course, I’ve got nothing but time on my hands to sit and stew over all of it.

You Know My Name, Look Up My Number

The only good thing about being unemployed so far has been lunch. There is not a day of the week that I don’t have lunch with someone. If you live here and you haven’t hooked up with me for lunch yet you must e-mail or call me. I am the lunch date of the decade over here folks. I love all of you and I’m not picky. Anytime, any place–I’m your girl. Need me to dress up fancy and be your date for a gathering? I’m there. Need a ride to the airport? I’ve got nothing better to do. Maybe I’ll hang out my shingle as an escort to earn some extra bank. At least until I perfect my recipe for snake oil.