The Thursday Downer

We are tired, emotionally exhausted, our ankle is throbbing...

[Oh no...Ed]

Oh, yes. Welcome to the Thursday Downer.

We haven't done much work for the last 36 hours as we've been mainlining election returns...

[Dumb, real dumb, knobhead-Ed]

Oh, we know.

Not working is pretty unusual. We work 7 days a week. Doing so comes with the job, but there's another reason. 

We spent large swaths of 1998-2001 unemployed, this included stretches of three, four, six and eight months. We know now what we did wrong. Being unemployed in that way just sucks. Even now we're reluctant to describe how it made us feel. 

And that marks our first bout with adult depression. Who wouldn't be depressed being out of work for months on end. So it made sense. You know what's worse? Depression that makes no sense at all. But that's the subject of another post.

So we've been making up for those unemployed stretches ever since. Every damn day. When is paid off? When is it ok to say, fuck it, I'm binging Arrested Development today? How long does it go on?

[Well, that's on you, knobhead-Ed]