What’s it like being unemployed? Being laid off from your job… is a bountiful experience. Pretty, pretty time all to meself. Oneself feels the freedom of not receiving checks from the government. One feels exhilirated at the fact that a job search is unnecessary, and takes full advantage of the time one is given to do whatever the fuck they want to do. If it’s listening to Serge Gainsbourg while drinking Shiner Bock, SO BE IT! If it’s writing a story one has had locked away in the furthest recesses of ones’ mind – WRITE IT! If it’s biking in the rain, running in the sun, sitting in a hot tub for more than time allows – A LIFE OF LUXURY! But what happens when it’s time to go searching?
What happens when it’s time to leave? What will you do when they charge you for that broken window shade? It was old and cracking anyway. I left a carpet for them. Keep the carpet. That’s my contribution. What happens when it’s time to move to Austin? You’ll have the receipt. You’ll have a free ticket to stay for a week. Don’t drink it off. Don’t have fun, you’re there to research the job marketplace, to find a job! to explore the film community. You will have seven days to make a name for yourself as a prospective resident of one of the weirdest cities in North America. You can do it. You can do it.
What a mustache that guy had!
Touche', old chap, touche'.
Perfect in every way imaginable
