So, as you may have already read, I got laid off from my a job that  I really loved. Naturally my first instinct was to find a new minimum wage bartending/waiting thing to do. And I tried! For a long time. At least two weeks. I've never been without a job before, and when I was employed I usually worked a lot. So for about a week I freaked the fuck out. Got bored, didn't know how to deal with spare time, watched cable television. And then that second week went by and still no job. I started to get comfortable with the idea of waking up with no purpose. I have seen friends of mine be very successful with this premise, but never thought I'd be one of them. I'm still kind of freaked out when there is little more than "make bowl of cereal" and "finish season 8" on my to-do list. And this happens like everyday!
It wasn't until earlier today that I completely gave up on reality and decided to embrace my situation. I've worked hard and dealt with asshole customers for years now! I never had a vacation without the thought of the return to work looming over my head. I'll (hopefully) never be in this situation again, so I should celebrate it while I can.

The title of this journal is a reference to Seinfeld's, "The Summer of George."
I hope my season turns out better than his.
 

I will hopefully update this journal daily with what events occupied my waking hours whilst unemployed.