The lark in me

Being jobless has brought out the lark in me. Here I am at 8:30am, typing away on my laptop, while half the world is just getting up for work. These few days I find that I have no problem waking up at 7.30am everyday, eager to make breakfast for my boyfriend before he goes to work.

Flashback to a week ago, no matter how hard I try, I’ve not managed to even go to work on time. Waking up was such a bitch, I’m pretty sure my mother was her best friend. I was tired no matter how early I went to bed (which wasn’t very early but not the point here), I was almost wondering if I was suffering from some bad case of vitamin deficit or a rare exhaustion disease where I was never supposed to get out of bed before noon.

It got so bad that I actually go to my doctor sometimes* and tell him straight out I’m tired and sleepy and a grouchy insomniac, SO GIMME THE BLOODY MC** DAMNIT! He happily obliges, hands me a dozen Xanax and a slip certifying my TWO days of salvation. Not one, but TWO! It’s such a magical number it deserves to be in caps. He really shone through for me in times of darkness. It makes me start wondering who are my best friends. The ones who give me advice, keeps me sane, gives me support and encourages me when I most need it; or my doctor who hands out Xanax like it’s candy and everyday is halloween.

Point being, while I still love Xanax, I’m actually happy to wake up early everyday. I love making breakfast. I don’t eat any, but to me, eating the food is only half the joy of preparing it. Martha would be proud. I must remember to tell her how happy I am cleaning and cooking and making papier-mâché coasters for my papier-mâché cups.

Being jobless becomes me. I even sense myself emitting a radiant glow. (That or it’s the mutant fish with three legs that we ate from one of the malay roadside stalls in Penang last night. It didn’t taste radioactive at all!) I figured out that work exhausts you. Even when you are not doing any real work at work. I can derive satisfaction and joy from work, but not having a choice to sleep in once in awhile really sucks. Which is why I’m glad I’m embarking on being self-employed***. So that everyday when I wake up I have two choices – make breakfast or go back to sleep?

Really, life couldn’t get any sweeter than this.

 

*Sometimes here means every other day.
**MC = The piece of paper you get from the doctor when you are truly sick or sick of work.
***Self-employed = Unemployed

~ by seow on July 4, 2008.