a beautiful day, part deux

by mg at 12:09 AM on October 17, 2001

Yesterday was a good day.

I told you I couldn’t talk to Lili Taylor, even if I wanted to, because I had someplace to be. You see, I managed to fall into some work. Considering I’ve been unemployed for 4 months now, me finding paying work is a phenomenal occurrence, suitable for an entire episode of Ripley’s Believe it or Not.

Nothing permanent or full time. Just a fluffy bit of freelance, that’ll take no more than a couple days over the course of a couple weeks. I’m helping out a friend teaching a production course over at FIT. Basically, I’ll be taking on the role of an outside contractor to help a group students in his class put together a live, working website.

Now, this isn’t going to be anything strenuous, it won’t but take a couple hours here and there, and it certainly wont make a dent in my debt. But last night I went in for the first meeting with the kids and man did I enjoy myself.

I have to say that this unemployment, staying at home with nothing to do all day, is slowly killing me. (And I don’t just mean because I can’t afford to buy food.)

Sure, no one really likes to work, but if I had a choice between working and not working, I’d always choose working. If it’s a job I really enjoy doing, I can get off on doing it. I get a harder hard-on out there working hard than I do sitting at home looking at porn.

At Razorfish, I worked at least 10 hours a day, every day. I loved it. I hated the Israelis, so I spent as little time there as possible. But damn, I did so much my final year at university I should be dead now.

I worked 20 hours a week. I did freelance work maintaining and building websites for about another 5+ hours a week. I was a teacher’s assistant for two classes. I was the President of the Student Union Board. I was the publisher of the student newspaper. I was the member of two clubs, an officer in one. I volunteered at least two nights a week at the campus bar/music venue. I was searching for post graduation work. And, oh yeah, I also took classes, including graduate level work. Did I mention I was a double major?

I did all that and still managed to go out and have fun all the time. Looking back, I can’t remember ever sleeping. But I loved it. Now. I wake up, eat breakfast, write something for Bad Samaritan, and spend a couple hours sending out resumes. That’s all I do all day, everyday. It’s awful.

So, going out last night and doing even the miniscule amount of work I had to do was the absolute best feeling I’ve had in a long time. But something else happened that made me feel even better…