A furcation, or a vacurlough … Not sure which I’ll use when I lie to myself May 14, 2009
Posted by erinfrances in Bad ideas.Tags: furlough
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Furlough is to 2009 as French-rolled jeans were to my fifth-grade class. Everyone gets to join in the fun. But maybe just as scary as a classroom full of 10-year-old fashionistas is the fact that next week, at the same time, neither of us is going to be earning anything other than an unemployment check.
As much as I’m trying to forget about that part and just focus on Billy Joel, a Reds vs. Indians game and Alice’s first-ish birthday party, it still makes me dig through my coupon folder til the inky scent lingers on my fingers, looking for nickels and dimes and free ketchup.
I’m employed; I’m lucky, I know. We’re just two of thousands who are doing the furlough dance. I just never was one for dancing, though.
I just long for the day when I can ask Dave to pick something up at the store without threatening him for even toying with the idea of going off-list or forgetting coupons.
I vote for Furcation!