I read Nick Hornby’s About a Boy this weekend. In addition to all the big thoughts about life and relationships, as an unemployed person I liked the stuff about Will (an independently wealthy man) filling his time. “He had reached a stage where he wondered how his friends could juggle life and a job. Life took up so much time, so how could one work and, say, take a bath on the same day?” I wonder how I used to get by.
There was something in there about Will complaining about drinking too much coffee, which he described as an occupational hazard for those who have no occupation. Heh.
I certainly have no trouble filling up my days. I’m sort of itching to go back to work. Maybe it’s an inherent need to be productive, or maybe it’s societal pressure. But it certainly isn’t out of boredom. I haven’t even had Internet at home for a while, and I’m still able to pass the time.
By the way, I have my first temp assignment tomorrow. It will be nice to make some money and meet some people. But I’m going to miss the free time.