Kiss me, I'm unemployed!

So, yeah.. As of last Thursday, I've joined the ranks of the unemployed. It's a weird feeling to have all of this free time. The truth of it is that, subconsciously, I've been wanting this to happen for months. And, well, it did. Yippee, I guess!

Now, I actually have to follow through on my threat to leave Las Vegas, the city that I hate with the heat of a thousand habanero peppers.

Truth be told, I do feel quite liberated, so, it's not all bad. It wasn't the job that was the problem, it was a whole host of other things. Even though they kicked my ass to the curb, they are still an awesome company.

When my manager came around and asked if we could have a 'lil chat, I didn't think anything of it. As we were walking down the hallway of doom, she started randomly talking about Jaime Foxx.. then, she began to hum the refrain from "Blame it on the alcohol." I knew I was screwed.

It's all good, though. I figure I'll be a bum for a couple of weeks, maybe longer, then figure out where I actually want to move to. Will it be Los Angeles or Seattle? I really feel like I can move anywhere that I want. Frankly, that is an awesome feeling!

I'm going, going back, back to Cali, Cali

I currently live in a city that I loathe.. Las Vegas. Sure, there are a lot of hot strippers who play for my team or who are, at the very least, interested in participating in weekend tryouts. But, even that is not enough to make me want to stay in this town!

While sitting at my desk one day, busily not working, I had an epiphany. It was covered in chocolate and had a sweet, nuggaty filling. Wait, what? Oh yeah, my personal light bulb moment. I was at work trying to stifle loud bursts of laughter because I had spent the last 2 hours perusing fat kids fighting and lolcats video clips on Youtube. It occured to me that I could work a regular job, any regular job anywhere in the country, so, why am I still living in Las Vegas instead of Los Angeles or Seattle? Sure, Seattle was on my short list, but it never really had a chance. I'm a west coast girl at heart.. the sun, the beaches, the cool ocean breezes, the fake boobs, lips, asses, tans.. hmm. Regardless of all the people running around with fake parts, I still miss it.

Also, I'm really tired of qualifying my "I'm a writer..." declaration with "well, actually, I want to be a writer, but I am currently just a dancing monkey working for the man!! " Wow, angry much?

Soooo, long story short, I've decided to make the move back to Cali in a few weeks. I cannot wait for the day when I give my 2 week notice. It's going to be gloriously liberating.

Hmm, I should probably stop stealing office supplies, though.