Thanks, everyone, for all of the kind comments and concerns. I really am ok. I already have a few options that could turn out to be promising, so we’ll have to wait and see where those go. And I’m really not sad at all about leaving this job, because I haven’t been enjoying it for a while now. As far as things like health insurance, I never signed up for benefits of any kind with this employer, so I haven’t lost anything. Um, except that paycheck thingy… boy, I sure will miss that. But I’ve been covered on Dave’s insurance since we got married, so that’s all fine. In fact, when I told my father about this yesterday and told him that I don’t want him to worry about me, he said, “I’m not worried, you’re Dave’s problem now.” Nice.

Today feels sort of strange, it’s almost like the last day of school before summer vacation. I don’t really have anything to do, and it’s not like I’m going to start on anything new on my last day. So I’m reading blogs, checking out all the online job boards, all of that fun stuff. What are they going to do, fire me? HA! I think my lackadaisical (ooh, big word!) attitude can best be summed up by my hair: I stuck it in a clippie, which is in & of itself pretty darn lazy, but I’m not even sure that I brushed it beforehand. (In my defense, it was early, I can’t really remember most of my morning routine. Maybe I brushed it. But probably not.) Making an effort? Today? I think not.

I’m actually sort of excited that it looks like I’m going to have at least a week off. And it’s fortuitous (ooh, another big word!) timing, because Dave was already planning on taking off next week, so we’ll both be at home, which means we’ll have time to do all of the dozen or so little home improvement projects that we’ve started and haven’t finished yet. I’m kind of excited about that. And tonight, we’re going to see Rufus Wainwright and Ben Folds in concert, which I think is just about the perfect way to kick off my unemployment.