Pretty much sums up my professional and personal life right now.
Let me tell you that unemployment sucks because Fridays and Saturdays completely lose their meaning.
There is no joy in life like 4:44 PM Friday afternoon.
There is no peace in life like a slow walk in the sunshine on Sunday.
Unemployment robs both of these moments of all satisfaction.
UPDATE AND EXPLANATION: I will not be fired from my night job because I attacked the problems at the store in a manner that resulted in those problems being addressed without my termination. So that's nice and I was pretty sick of inhaling formaldehyde fumes.
In regards to my day job, my boss is insisting I work overtime. I have refused and will continue to do so on the basis that I am not paid for it. The secondary reason I am refusing is that this boss never works a minute of overtime, regardless of the crisis. The tertiary reason is that I am paid to work night hours at another job. The overboss at my dayjob is famous for firing everyone who asks for a raise. Even award winning contributors that have consistently drawn attention and publicity to our magazine. They only pay me for 7 hours a day and they will only get 7 hours a day. This will cause some friction and my boss will attempt to use this as another lever to remove me. Of course, every time he has tried this in the past, he has failed as has every attempt of his to blame me for all his fuckups. You can see how this might be a sticking point.
Solvency is overrated.