When I was in a job I hated I often had a severe case of the Sunday Blues. It is a truly debilitating condition where the main symptom is the loss of every Sunday afternoon due to the looming dread of Monday morning. With me, it manifests itself pretty much as below:
Funny thing is though that today, even though I don’t have a job to go to tomorrow, I have still come down with them. It’s for different reasons of course as I find myself not looking forward to a day of loneliness because my boyfriend, family and friends all still have jobs to go to.
I haven’t even been out of work two days and the guilt, oh the guilt I feel. One thing is for certain, my house will be spotless and my boyfriends dinner will be cooked every night in time for him coming home while I am unemployed. It’s the least I can do while he patiently and ever lovingly supports me.
Today has been spent mentally preparing myself for the job hunt. I’ve done some research and plan to contact some agencies tomorrow, speak to their career advisors and see if I can find something that catches my eye.
I’ve also been thinking outside the box regarding alternatives to structured work and have gone so far as to plan what my dog walking/fence painting/grass cutting advert would say.
Honestly, I don’t think the reality of being jobless is going to hit me until the alarm goes off tomorrow and I have absolutely no reason to get up. It’s pretty lame feeling like you have no daily purpose or routine but I’m trying to stay positive… we’re in the middle of a heatwave for example so what better time to not be stuck in an office.