There were a few things that I thought I’d absolutely do just because I could. One was getting drunk in the middle of a weekday, at a bar or at home or both. Another was going to the beach. Another was taking a last minute trip to New York or some other city.
In the six weeks (as of today) since I’ve been laid off, I’ve done none of these things. To me, that means one of two things: either I’m incredibly boring or incredibly disciplined.
Sad as it may be, I actually have kept some semblance of a work schedule from my tiny home office. Albeit, the work day does start later, since I’ve been sleeping more and longer, which I guess is my one laid-off indulgence (it probably has more to do with the fact that I did not get a lot of sleep during the stress of the first half of the year–I’m finally catching up).
But between freelance writing for my old pub and several Web sites, promoting myself, interviewing people, sending magazine queries and applying for jobs (yup, I do look for work, though most of it is writing or editing that can be done remotely), the days do indeed fill up.
All of this seems adequate proof of what I suspected all along: that I don’t need an office or a structured environment to work. That’s comforting since that’s how I want the rest of my career to go.
But for the hell of it, I guess I’ll fit at least one fun, crazy, illegal thing in on a weekday before the summer’s up. I’m totally up for suggestions–and company.