Pigsty-le is not my style
Ah, life's little vicissitudes.
If you have been following these notes you may have noticed several mentions of work stress. Well, the bell tolled somewhere around October 6, 2000. About a week and a half later I was given the final word that no help would be available before February, 2001. Since I started doing two people's jobs back in January, 2000 and had been asking stridently for help since April, 2000 and had been given the "3 more months" routine twice, I decided that it was time to cut my losses.
Since I've had no time for socializing and since I'm an unattached single male with simple tastes, I happened to have a good sized chunk of moola hanging about, so this was an excellent time to take a break. I'm feeling no pressure to look for work any time soon, which is an amazing luxury.
It was also desperately needed. I mean just look at the date. My last day of work was Halloween and it's taken me 20 days to even think about making a note of it on my web page. Tomorrow marks the end of my third week without work and I am just now becoming a conscious human being again.
And I'm living more like a human now too. It is true that I haven't washed tonight's dinner dishes yet. But last night's got done and that's somewhere between 7 and 14 days better than I had been doing. In point of fact, the week before I submitted my resignation I came home Friday night and I could smell my dishes from across the kitchen. When did I wash them? Two days later. And only then because I needed something to cook with that night.
I have to admit that that "unattached single male" thing means that I am frequently willing to leave the dirty dishes overnight. But I like to be reasonably clean. Clean clothes, clean dishes, even the occasional vacuuming of the floors and believe it or not stirring up the dust with a California Duster— these all happen normally around my house because I do appreciate the resulting environment. While I was using all of my personal will power to cope with my work environment, I let my personal life degenerate to the point where pigs wouldn't want to live with me.
Today, I made my bed before noon, for the second time this week. In all of October I made my bed once— on laundry day.