Three weeks and counting

This is my third week that I've been home, out of work. I haven't started looking for work yet I have my hopes set on that project due to begin at the office at around the end of May and that should last through the summer. My cubicle is still intact. My cell phone charger is there, Aixah's photos are hanging on the wall. I haven't moved out yet.

Next week I need to be more proactive. I should see about applying for Family Health Plus or other insurance. I should also see about exercising, going out for walks with Aixah, getting away from the computer. Anything that involves some type of activity.

I received my debit card from the unemployment office and I still have my last check from the office which is in the mail and due to arrive soon. I still have funds, I tell myself. I am still worthy of going out for pedicures and buying make-up at Sephora and going out for expensive dinners and wine. My husband reminds me otherwise, always the wiser and more reasonable of the two. I think Aixah gets the tantrums from her momma. I kick and scream when I can't get something that I want. And right now I want the Canon Rebel. There is nothing that I want more than that digital SLR. I have big dreams with it. Going back to school, building up my portfolio and eventually doing paid sessions. It's silly things that you start to think when you are out of work and suddenly realize that your previous employment that lasted almost three-years left you lacking. That my title of an Editor is really undeserving. I want to avoid interviews like the plague. I want to get hired by my witty e-mail skills. Something big is going to come of this, people tell me. And so I sit here and wait.

And wait...