Fast forward about 6 months. I'm back from Antarctica, jobless and purposeless and living at my mom's. It sounds really pathetic, but it actually rocks....for now. I know I should find a job, but my unemployment check just got processed and if the numbers are right, I'll be making almost as much per week NOT WORKING as I was when I worked 50+ hrs/week in Antarctica. Plus, I don't feel bad collecting unemployment because I already paid into unemployment insurance with my last two jobs. But, I've been home for three weeks and as much as sleeping in rocks, I feel guilty for having it so easy and while I don't necessarily want to get a job, I feel that I should. So, I probably will.
Jaialdi is coming up this summer, as is Josh's weeklong family reunion, so finding a flexible job is probably pretty key. I don't care if I don't get paid vacation, I just need to be able to take time off when I want. Time is MUCH more important to me than money (says the girl who has never paid more than $200/mo rent in her life....)
