So What the Unemployed Do All Day

What do the unemployed do all day? The stereotypical jobless person sleeps in until half past noon, gets up and has coffee, thumbs through the classifieds, checks emails, maybe showers, maybe gets some exercises, watches television. You get the basic idea. Everything else but something constructive like seriously look for work. In truth it can be a real drain to constantly post your resume on every search engine, get dress and go to interviews, and really try to figure out what you want to do with your life.

Me, I'm at a crossroads. My graduate research is stalled and I need to find something more meaningful to do with my time instead of run errands and chauffer grandmama (mom) and little nephew around town. Lately I've been giving serious consideration to taking the CBEST exam and becoming certified as an ESL teacher. This to me make sense because I can get work in Adult Schools teaching English to people going for their citizenship or in public K-12 schools teaching children from non-English speaking countries. This is probably the most practical of all the suggestions. At least I can have something meaningful and the hours are a bit more flexible.

Getting back to my original thought about what do the unemployed do all day. While some do loaf around and moan about their state, I live the life of a hausfrau. For the record I'm not hausfrau material. Spending the day cleaning, running errands, and so forth feels like I'm not being challenged enough. By challenged I mean intellectually. I get up early and I go all day. I do have my Avon to tend to on a daily basis-insert shameless plug for www.youravon.com/llowen. I've made it a daily habit to post on Facebook and Twitter. I do this in the morning. The afternoons are great for getting allot done. This usually requires depositing grandmama and little nephew at home. In short, lazing around the house watching "Oprah" is not something I do. So there you have it, an insight into what one unemployed person does all day.

More tomorrow,

Lenore