Unemployed

We’ve been back in the states a month now, and when I think about it, not too much has changed since our big trip. The only major differences are now we have a car and the TV shows are in English. Aside from that, we’re taking life slow and trying not to spend too much money.

We’re still jobless. We’ve got prospects, so we’re not worried, but we’re still sitting around in our pajamas until two in the afternoon. And in an effort not to spend every waking minute around each other, we’ve developed a daily routine that keeps us out of the same breathing space. That is, I’m banished to the office while she gets the run of the living room and kitchen. She’s got a nice little spot picked out on the couch which she rarely ever moves from.

In the office down the hall, I can keep track of what she’s doing without having to set foot in her personal space. See, my computer lets me know whenever she adds a new update to one of her dozen or so blogs. The number of blogs is actually closer to four, but I can’t keep track. Their names all sound like something aliens might name their pets (Twitter, Tumbler, Snippet). So every time she adds a new random thought (Actual example: “I want sushi tonight. Like, real bad”), I’m on top of it, along with a few hundred other people.

It’s the only way to learn what she’s doing, since when I ask, she won’t tell me. I walk into the kitchen to make a sandwich, casually ask about her morning and she rolls her eyes like I just asked her to paint the house.

“Nothing. Just, you know, internet stuff (read: three hours on Baby Name Wizard).

“Oh. What’s new on the internet?”

“Go make your sandwich.”

She’s always so hesitant to tell me what she’s doing. I’m pretty sure she’s not downloading porn, so why the secrecy? I think she thinks I’ll judge her. But I won’t! Really, I tell her, we’re unemployed and in our pajamas all day. Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.

-Brendan

Comments

Maybe it's because watching someone surf on the internet is like wanting someone to tell you their most personal secrets. Or it's like trying to eat while somebody is staring at you.

It's just personal.

My wife gets mad when I don't explain all my internet ramblings to her.

She thinks I talk to girls in chat rooms or something. Really I'm just looking at random semi-useless interesting pages that I frequent.

Hey my computer tells me the same things. ;)

A lot of people I know, me included, don't like other to know what they're doing online. Not that it's anything bad but it's still personal. You can learn more about your friend from their browsing history that just by what they tell you. Most times a person oddities that they don't display in real life will show themselves behind the keyboard.

My computer tells me what Sarah's up to, I wish it gave me more about you. You should get a Twitter account too.

-John-

Damn it Brendan, keep your pimp hand strong! When she tells you to go make your sandwich, you tell her to make you a sandwich biatch!

Well said, William! Brendan may have the weakest pimp hand that I ever saw. Not only should you tell her to get you a sandwich, she should then come in and take care of your other needs....your newlyweds, right?

As Ice Cube stated in that great movie, Boyz in the Hood: "Hos have to eat, too."

I love this blog. B, you know that I do. However, there is some truth to the pimp-hand comment. If you don't get control of your woman very early, it will be trouble later. I learned the hard way. My wife practically castrated me early in my marriage. The next thing you know, I being dragged to see Les Miz instead of watching the Birds in a playoff game! A playoff game!!! That's when I knew that I had for all practical purposes lost my manhood. She wore it around like a trophy. So I showed her. I traded her in for my secretary, and now its all good. She started giving me the respect that I deserve.

All I'm saying is be strong. Your a good kid. Remember the truth.

wow, that last comment was either really, really funny or really, really sad.

The more I read this blog, the more I wonder if you two rushed into marriage a bit. Maybe the first year of constant contact hardened you. I guess I'm just not used to seeing this kind of contempt for each other until maybe year 20.

Why are you not out looking for work? Must be nice to stay in Pjs ALL day.

agreeing with justin, here.

Wow, ya'll need to get jobs since you're are married. Prospects don't mean anything. A job means something. You will run out of money before you know it, and things won't be nearly as fun as it used to. I've been married for 2 years, I am 20, working a full time job. I got married young,Ive been married for two years, my husband went AWOL from the army last year. We have been struggling ever since. therefore it's a rippling chain of events; not going to school because work is more imortant. Life take sacrifices such as not seeing each other because of work- it sucks