When Unemployed You get to Handle the "Stuff"

Week 3


So when you are unemployed and your spouse is not, it leaves you to be the person who has to deal with "stuff." In this case the "stuff," I so delightfully got to deal with, was the smell of death pouring out our refrigerator.


Words can not describe how bad the refrigerator smelled. I don't know why or how it could EVEN smell that bad. It was making the Britta water, cheese, and anything not in an air tight container taste like the smell. I felt like I was on the Smelly Car episode of Seinfeld. There was very little in the fridge, and in my opinion nothing to make it smell so bad. I'm therefore taking the blame off of myself and placing it on the senior citizen attempting to keep what little is left in my kitchen cold.


The most difficult part of my days delightful task was the fact that I have no dishwasher. Instead I cleaned everything all "Laura Ingles" style. I might as well have been using a washboard surrounded by chickens in my backyard.




Overall, it was yet another day, but I did find a job that sounds promising for they are looking for a fun creative writer, just ignore me as I raise my hand.


Until next time....