So, I lost my job today. That’s a weird thought. As Lester Burnham says in American Beauty, “Lose it? I didn’t lose it. It’s not like, “Whoops! Where’d my job go?” I QUIT. Someone pass the asparagus, please.”
That’s what happened to me today. Except for the quitting part. But, in my defense, I was going to quit anyway. I was simply saved the trouble. And what a relief. Stress: gone. Boom. Just like that.
Now that I am home with no icky distraction of work, I have more time to write this blog, drink coffee, paint and watch Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown. For a chef, he’s a damn clever and insightful writer and interviewer. He makes damn fine television. Anthony, if you’re reading this, bring me along on one of your adventures. I can hold a mic stand or something. “Call me,” I say coquettishly.
As I write this I am watching ‘Up in the Air‘ with George Clooney. It’s about a guy that works too hard at firing people for a living. Appropriate choice, I say. I do have a flair for the ironical.