Funemployment

I'm officially unemployed today. 

What did I do?  I flew to NY (after ridiculous reroutes) via an 8 hour layover in Las Vegas, and landed at a different NYC airport at 5 am.  I then proceeded to get to my hotel (that my mother had called the night before saying that I was going to check in, just not until 6 am) and sleep for 3 hours.  I woke up, had a phone interview, took the train to another job interview, loved them both, and then frolicked back from the interview through a farmer's market in the middle of the city.

Now I'm waiting for a follow up phone interview in 15 minutes from the interview this morning.

Apparently, my definition of funemployment is different than the normal definition of "eat and wear sweatpants."


I'll wear sweatpants when I have a job.