Here we are at the tail end of January 2005, and I find myself with lots of free time on my hands. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my situation, it goes like this: Due to a merger/takeover by a company better run than the one where I was employed, I find myself laid off from the brokerage industry for the second time in four years.
It’s ok, though. I’m getting a generous severance package and I had grown extremely bored with watching little red and green numbers flash at me all day and taking trades from people barely qualified to cook my burger. No offense to you food service types out there, but some ‘financial advisors’ I’ve dealt with were scarier than a Saudi flight crew after a night of lap dances.
Anyhow, my last day of work was December 31st, so I’ve had lots of free time on my hands this month. No alarm clocks, no deadlines, and no paperwork. In fact, I haven’t even filled up my gas tank since New Years Eve. Another benefit of having no place important to go—I lost my wristwatch, but didn’t even notice for two weeks!
As much as I was looking forward to the time off (because I got to the point of dreading sitting in my boring office all day), sitting at home almost feels like a jail cell now. I’m trying to save my cash, so I’m not out shopping, running around, or eating out at restaurants. I’ve read everything I can get my hands on, figured my budget over and over again, made lists, and now all I do is surf the net and play solitaire all day. I’d watch television, but even though I’ve got about 200 channels available, there’s rarely anything worth watching. Besides, all the favorite channels—ESPN, History Channel, Discovery Channel, Travel Channel, Food Network—they all repeat their programming every three hours. So I’m extremely bored. And I still have three weeks to pack my stuff.
On the bright side, I talked to my soon-to-be new roommate again last night. Turns out she used to be a stripper.
I can’t wait to get to Vegas.