Being unemployed is tough. I don’t wash my hair or wear socks (for the most part). I don’t have an assistant or Microsoft Outlook. I make plans, but I don’t have an awesome assistant* who reminds me that I do, indeed, have plans. I bought a refurbished Blackberry Pearl to stay organized but I mostly use it to update my Facebook status.
So if we have plans, today, and I blew you off…
…I’m totally sorry, dude. I can’t remember anything and I’m somewhat hung over (which is another byproduct of unemployment). I’ll be at the gym, with soccer moms and retirees, and you can reach me on my cell phone. Unless we were supposed to meet to talk about your career or Human Resources stuff. Then I’m — uh — busy.
*Shout out to Ren