Confessions of an Introvert

I quite like my bubble. I feel like being a homebody will stand me in good stead for this experience. Especially now that the cat door is locked and the rat gifts are no longer being showered upon us.

Now is where I admit my secret…I QUIT MY JOB! I quit on the Friday and by the Monday we were told to work from home. So this is a bit of a surreal time for me. This decision was perhaps very badly timed, however I finally realised that I no longer get joy from that place and it will never get any better. So I have taken the leap and chosen that I would simply rather be happy and broke and hope that the future brings good things even when the news tells me that it won’t. 

So I am spending my days plotting my future, considering my options and making batch after batch of polenta fries. 

I am going through a lot of polenta at the moment, in fact I am going through a lot of food in general. We get very excited for our trips to the supermarket. We get dressed up to go to New World now. I remember when people used to wear their best clothes on the airplane, now we wear activewear everyday so the supermarket feels like a special occasion. Supermarkets have bouncers now so that means it is basically like a social event right? Even though we can’t go near anyone, we can still be seen, feel seen. I can’t help but wonder as I take my place in the line that if I wear a short skirt and behave like I am sober I might get to skip the line and get in first? 

At the very least this is all wonderful practice for when I have to line up for the dole.