Michael Bougon

These five weeks of unemployment have been a real eye opener. Emma is now more connected with me because I actually get to spend time with her and not just show up at 6pm and sit on the couch in a bad mood for 20 minutes before she goes to bed. I figure if Annie and I have 12 more kids over the next 20 years than I only have to work for 10 of those years. However, my new career ambition is to be unemployed as much as possible for the rest of my life, screw the master's degree. Not having to go to some idiot job is wonderful, also collecting all my money that I have been paying all my life to U.I. is very satisfying. And this is not a matter of being a lazy arse because I have been putting in 12 hour days doing a variety of farm related duties. As well I have been saving money on travel expenses and razors. I have also not felt the need to drink as much since I am actually enjoying my days and not trying to forget about them through a brown haze. Last week I had to go to a union meeting and became immediatly nauseated while being exposed to the redundant bullshit. I felt dirty and wanted to get a flu-shot afterwards. Just call me Michael Bougon from now on.