2 a.m. – Couldn’t sleep. Watched Chelsea Handler’s stand-up special “Evolution” and felt emboldened, as only Chelsea can make you feel.
3:20 – Wrote, edited, and ultimately deleted thirty-seven comments on Instagram about Chelsea Handler’s stand-up special.
4 a.m. – Tried to go back to sleep.
10:30 a.m. – Noticed that I must have dozed off.
10:44 a.m. – Made my way into the kitchen, started coffee, checked to see if ANYONE commented on my blog post, LinkedIn post, Instagram post, Mighty Networks post, replied to my emails, or played me on Words with Friends.
10:53 – Fell onto the sofa in utter shame after reading my brother’s response to a text exchange about our dad who is having difficulty getting doctors to listen to him.
Me: “I wish there was something I could do to help him.”
Brother: “Show up.”
Spent some time being pissed off.
3:52 p.m. – Looked at the clock.
So, as you can see, it was turning out to be a less than productive day. Then I decided I needed to organize myself to get at least one thing accomplished. My job was recently eliminated and the two potential, and unsolicited, opportunities that I’d been contacted about had evaporated. Honestly, why do people contact you about jobs and then say, “Nah, we decided to go in a different direction.”?
What an insult!
I digress. I opened a new Word document. The doorbell rang. I rushed to see who it was only to find I was too late to engage the Amazon delivery person in conversation about the sudden change in the weather. She was already moving on to her next stop. I returned to the kitchen table where I’ve been camped out since March. First, to work and then to look for work.
One by one, I began to open tabs on my computer, as one does when selecting the perfect medium to unleash creative genius. My inner dream weaver has become a meme maker. So, of course, a scroll through my vast photo library was in order.
4:22 p.m. Having accomplished virtually nothing today, I decided happy hour starts whenever you feel like it from now on! Enjoy the video.