Category Archives: Unemployed Misadventures

Happy Cinco de Mayo.

Today, I will be celebrating Cinco de Mayo and a lot of recent rejections (from all kinds of sides) in a mature and respectful fashion by drinking more and more margaritas. Cheers!

{ Arrested Development fans will get it }

That Time I Was Delayed in Silicon Valley.

Recently I flew up to the Silicon Valley area for an interview at a major internet company. LAX’s computer broke down that afternoon so I had no choice but to entertain myself in San Jose airport for 4 hours. Naturally, my first intention was to head to the bar. I learned:

  • I need a portable iPhone charging device. For the woman on the go like I am.
  • Your family wants to hear more often from you than the infrequent times you are delayed in an airport in California (which btw, I have forgotten in my spoiled SoCal life: airport delays are quite frequent in climates that aren’t constantly sunny & 78 degrees).
  • Fun fact: free wifi in the SJC airport! For Tindering engineers and such!
  • There are no cute young men business travelers in San Jose.
  • However, there are an abundant amount of businessmen from your dad’s generation who will have a beer with you and tell you that your generation is screwed in this economy. To which I gamely replied, “I’m aware, unemployed, have a 401k, and am up here for an interview subsequently. And, yes, I have zero hope for my generation. But I don’t think that’s Obama’s fault.” (Cue the crickets; we were near Palo Alto after all.)

The Bar Has Been Set THIS Low.

I called my mother the other day to say hello as it was 2 PM on a Tuesday and I was job-less and bored. She did not ask me about my day or job search and immediately launched into Future Grandson Watch — Day 263. For 15 minutes, I got to hear the disturbing ins and out of my sister’s Braxton Hicks cramps (no, I do not know how to spell that).

For a split second, the younger child in me got upset that no one was paying attention to me and my latest unemployment drama. Then, it hit me: the pressure is off. A.’s sad single and unemployed state is inconsequential in the bigger game of the future grandson’s arrival. For the next 1-5 years, my mother will not ask me about my latest, saddest dates, why I haven’t met anyone nice, and when she’ll become a grandmother. Instead, all my family cares about is:

1) Grandbaby.

2) If I get a job soon.

3) Which family member has to take me in which I inevitably can’t afford my LA lifestyle any longer.

The bar has been set THIS low. And damn — it feels good.

On to the next adventure in unemployed–