Apparently, I Am A Funemployed Person
Published: July 09, 2009
I have never asked for a lot.
I happened to find a position that worked well. I didn’t buy a house because that nice job was becoming tortuous.
When I famously broke my ankle, and was recovering from surgery, I lost my job. Plus: no more panic attacks, for then. Minus: no income!
So, when I could drive again, and the weather became summerish, I spent $10 for my annual membership fee to swim at the pool that happens to be around the corner from me.
I have almost no money and can’t enjoy all of the time I have to myself. Luckily, I am fortunate to have a friend that wants to pay me to visit her and parents who sustain me in so many ways.
So, in the absence of job offers, I will be funemployed. There are days when I don’t speak to anyone.
In this state, I dive and swim. I ask my parents for money and borrow from my retirement.
Funemployed. Huh.


Let’s trade lives for one year. Deal?
Just wait until you start collecting “wow!fare,” as my friend Matt calls it.
“Ben…plastics.”
Nice piece.
While I thoroughly enjoy the expression “Funemployed” I wish you were able to really enjoy it!!
Dude, the future is totally in carbon fiber. Plastics is dead. Dead I tell you. Dead.
Sorry to hear it. I’ve heard from a lot of people who lost their jobs this year and last that in retrospect it was one of the best things that happened to them because it forced them out of jobs they hated. I hope that comes true for you and that you find a great job soon.
(Bonus – they paid for your surgery before you left, right? Score one for you)
I would quit my job, but I need the means to pay for my vices, which are the only way that I am able to sustain the tedium of my job. Unless of course (feeling a leading question coming) anyone can suggest some cheap vices to help H2 pass the time…
I am good for a twenty every now and then, H., hit me up.
I am also funemployed! Most of it sucks (job hunting, interviewing hell, worrying about how I’ll pay my rent soon), but there are the odd Wednesdays when I get really high at 2pm and chill out with my dogs and watch Judge Judy and think, “Haha, some people are at work right now.”
How do you not speak to anyone? Don’t you have friends? I’m sorry, I’m just confused… All of my friends have made funemployment sound so incredibly fun that I guess I can’t really understand this post. You know I don’t speak Spanish or Non-Funemployment!!