Day 2 (Will that be Tall, Grande, or Venti?)

I remember a comedian once referred to the poser perception of laptop clad patrons, setting up shop like wolves among the average American coffee fiend, in cafes from coast to coast. His observation was something to the effect of, “I’m so important, I’m ultra cool, I’m writing on my computer at a Starbucks!” Well, I’m not that important, I do consider myself reasonably cool, yet here I am writing on my computer at a Starbucks. I have become the American writer cliché.

Identity crisis aside, my second day as a freelance freeloader has been mild thus far. I began filing for unemployment early this morning, but was halted rather abruptly once I stumbled upon the need for a former employer registration code. I am now left to continue activating my state assistance tomorrow. For my next act, I spent about an hour in the sun tanning…I mean looking for a job. While sprawled across a blanket in the yard, visions of resumes and cover letters danced in my head. The email addresses of every professional I’ve met over the past 2 years struggles to surface to the top of my over extended to-do list, but I am no closer to a resolution than I was yesterday. I have been inundated with the advice of others. From, “hurry find a job!” to “relax and take your time” I still just do not know what to do. To be or not to be…which pays more?

Driving through town I came across a farmers market, which has been and will be held each Wednesday between the hours of 10am and 4pm, spanning the end of October. Located in the parking lot shared with the Star bucks on High Ridge Rd., vibrant, colorful fruits and vegetables from the farms of Seymour, CT., take shade beneath white tents decorated with sundresses and fragrant herbs. The swarm of people gathering around the stands provided me with enough incentive to pull over and take a few pictures. I usually only eat meals that must be unwrapped once taken from the box so, the event was slightly lost on me. However, it was still a lovely refuge from the typical city hustle and bustle.

As my motivation dwindles with the light of day, I am left to ponder…where will I be a year from now?