work Anticlimactic

Perhaps I will feel differently about this when I wake up in the morning and don’t have to go anywhere, but I simply don’t feel it yet.

I don’t have a job. I’m unemployed. I have no money coming in. I don’t know where my next rent payment is coming from.

The base rate I’ll command as a temp, if I can get it full-time, works out to $7,000 a year more than I was making last week (of course, this doesn’t allow for things I don’t have anymore, like vacation, sick time, and health insurance). It’s the uncertainty that I’ll be able to get full-time work that should be scaring me out of my pants.

But it isn’t. I don’t feel anything.