You’d think being unemployed that Friday wouldn’t mean anything special to me. You might even ask, “Isn’t every day a Friday when you don’t have a job?” True, you might assume that 7 days a week I am living the high life, I mean look at me with no job, WHOOOO-HOOOOO I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT! And yeah, technically I can do whatever the hell I want, but in reality it just doesn’t pan out like that. There is a major shortage of company, and a SERIOUS lack of funding.
Part of me wishes someone else I know would lose their job. Not in that evil wishing bad things on other people sort of way, but in the I NEED SOMEONE TO HANG OUT WITH sort of way. There really is only so much entertainment Oly can provide. As it stands, we seem to run out of things to talk about by around 8:15 am.
“Oly how did you sleep?”
—- head tilt —-
“Did you have any cool dreams about chasing sticks?”
—- head tilt —-
“I had this one dream where I lived on a farm, but I only farmed turtles, which you would think would be hard to farm and all, but it was actually quite lucrative….”
—- walks away —-
“Fine. I didn’t want to talk to you anyway.”
Beyond our serious lack of communication, there are just only so many things Oly and I can do together. So when it gets to about T-minus an hour before Adam walks in that door on a Friday I start to get antsy. I’m all twitchy, and tweaking just thinking of all the glorious hours I have to talk to another human being. It’s all I can do to contain myself from attacking him, jumping up on him and pestering him with questions the moment he steps foot in the door. I’m nearly as bad as Oly is. I’m just waiting for the day that after walking in the door Adam commands me to sit, and then once I’ve calmed down he hands me a treat and tells me what a good girl I am.