Life of a Part-Timer

It's 9:10 am and no, I'm not at the office. I'm watching a World Vision infomercial hosted by Alex Trebek, wiping peanut butter off my keyboard and sitting lotus position in front of my coffee table. As a part-timer I’m feeling guilty about spending the money on a new computer table so instead I'm dragging my desktop onto the floor every morning. I'm feeling guilty about take-out coffee, lunch, a new winter scarf, taking taxis, TTC fare, long distance phone calls, cable, new eye make-up remover (is that really essential?), name brand everything. I even feel guilty typing out this blog right now because apparently I should be searching for job postings... constantly...

My lovely married couple friends had me over for dinner last night, shovelled me full of red wine and enlightened me with antidotes about when the husband was unemployed for four months after leaving the military for a civilian job. He lightheartedly recommended heading up to my local "job centre" to hobnob with the other unemployables in my low-income neighbourhood. Unfortunately, his saving grace, EI, is not an option for me since I worked overseas and haven't paid into the service in the last 20 weeks or whatever. So, I'm saving myself the walk up to that government office on this rainy, Tuesday morning.

I think I'm going to stay busy with Korean house guest preparations today. Wash the sheets, buy some rice, and memorize my friends' real Korean names so that I don't screw them over with the Visa office. I also downloaded some of my favourite Asian hip-hop for an appropriate ambience tomorrow night. Did I mention these girls don't drink? That's not going to sit well with my carried over summer binge-drinking. Who am I kidding, my Korea carried over drinking problem... oddly, this isn't creating alot of guilt. Vodka and 90210 are the only things bringing me joy these days.