I finally broke down.

Kids, I've been out of work since November 1st. For anyone counting, that's just over four full months. I'm literally bouncing off walls at this point (from boredom, and from the extra energy I've gotten from my recent return to the world of exercise). Sure, I'm doing my volunteer work and I'm going to auditions and I'm seeking out reasonably-priced entertainment, but it's just not cutting it. Much as the thought of cubicles and taupe gives me hives, I really, truly, desperately need to get back into the world of the working. I want to be a taxpayer. I'm even getting all nostalgic for mandatory Sensitivity Training sessions.

So I did it. Yesterday I went to a temp agency and got all signed up again (disappointingly, no typing test!), and this morning at 8am I dutifully called in available. Sure, I have an audition this afternoon, but I figured (accurately) that it wouldn't end up being an issue, and besides, I wanted to make a nice impression on my first day on their temp list. Also, at 8am, I wasn't thinking clearly enough to say anything beyond "available." And then I went back to sleep. Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays...