So two days ago, my boss sat me down for a ‘quick chat’ which ended with my contract ending.
Guess who’s jobless.
Yours truly is about to be on the dole for the entirety of June. Not really, I would never sign up to that BS! I suppose regular, rational adults would panic a bit. I remain unflappable *shades emoji here*. I’m a freelancer and completely prepared to beg for jobs on LinkedIn with little to no shame. I’ll probably be haggling with ridiculous agents on Monday morning.
For now, until the fruits of haggling drop- the summer is mine! I will be fully available to do ANYTHING. I’m about to have the best June Of All Times. I could say something about Kanye and interruptions here but that would be far too easy.
All this is pretty serendipitous because now I actually have something to write about. I’d been staring at my wordpress dashboard and wondering if I would never be able to write again. As punishment for procrastination, my writing abilities would be banished. Please God, No.
My expectations of June at the very least are: a street- disturbing birthday party (my own), two Europe trips (one is a gift from my Love) and consumption of various alcohols and foods with friends. My expectations of June do not include some form of small existential crisis when I realise that I don’t really know what I’m doing.