Mundane

*story was never finished and I can't remember what it was leading into but the ending seems quite amusing as it is.


It was just about the turn of autumn when I lost my job and was forced to sit at home dissatisfied about the way my life was turning out. I had lived out for the past twenty seven years, a life of uncanny mundanity. Which pushed me to give unsatisfactory results at work, which in the end, had me terminated from my position. It wasn't a great position to begin with but something. Better than nothing I suppose. I was a store manager at a local furniture store, which wasn't terrible pay, but the benefits weren't really up to par. It mostly consisted of wicker furniture that didn't really match any of my other furniture in my apartment.

So here I sit, in front of my television. One hand on the remote and the other hand free to roam about.

DAY 1_ (49 days until I find a new job)

I've saved up some money here and there and was sure I could make a couple of months before I really needed to start looking for a job, so I considered this an unpaid vacation. I made a list the first day, of all the things that I wanted to accomplish that I wasn't able to do for the past twenty seven years. Okay, so:

1. Go Hiking
2. Read a book
3. Learn an instrument
4. Write a song
5. Make a library card
6. Spend a week with my parents
7. study communism
8. write a new list in one month

Then I bought some weed and smoked the rest of the day. Things became clearer this way.