While looking at Cameron's Great Day and seeing the pictures of him going to work *sniff*, and going to lunch with people at work *sniff*, and him coming home from work *sniff*, I was inspired to show the other side of the coin.

So, here it is: March 27, 2001, an ordinary day in the life of an unemployed web designer. And yes, that's me looking for work during the 5 o'clock rush hour traffic at the corner of First Street and Tasman in San Jose surrounded by Cisco, Samsung, and the University of Phoenix. And no, I didn't get a job, but I did collect enough change for the laundry.

I figured if I'm going to be an unemployed person, I'm going to be a skinnier unemployed person. First thing in the morning, let's get this outta the way.

Of course, I have an audience. Jimmy Mo Jammin Johnson, or Mr. Cupcake as he is also known...

...and Sweetest Beegus...

...and Ever-Ready Teddy Bettie.

The morning is a good time to water my irises that haven't bloomed yet.

I get online and check my email, read my mailing lists, and post a request for info on a local job fair.

While my Palm syncs up, I have tomato juice for breakfast. Yum.

It's a long shot, but I check Sunday's want ads.

Now, which earrings shall I wear today?

My interview clothes just waiting for an interview.

Time to get outta the house. But first, I check under Rhonda's hood.

She's such a pretty girl.

I drop off some late videos at Blockbuster...

...and then stand in line at Starbucks for my triple grande mocha in a venti cup (I'm messy when driving and Rhonda doesn't like mocha running down her door).

The firemen have parked their fire engines right out front. WooHoo! Here's a red one and a yellow one.

While picking up a few groceries, I see that Safeway's hiring. I wonder if they need a web designer?

At the stoplight, a friendly dude asks me if Philips makes light bulbs. I say I don't know, but can I take your picture?

Awww, a dead robin in the driveway.

Into the freezer: stocking up on leaness.

Ooooo, two phone messages. Interviews? No, I'm being spam faxed again on my answering machine.

I check my email again (you never know)...

...and print out a good copy of my resume.

Since I forgot it this morning after exercising, I do my daily focus now.

Afterwards I register for the San Jose Pink Slip Party for Thursday. It's one of those rocks I haven't looked under yet.

Before leaving the house again, I make sure my soaps are recording.

I crank up ye olde God Smack as I pull out of the driveway.

Rhonda's thirsty.

I go to Kinkos to print up my resumes. The clerk says over 100 is half price. I say I have 101, does that count? Apparently not. It still cost me $26.38.

Since I'm close to Apple, I decide to drop by and say hey to Steve and see if OSX will let me sync up with my Palm yet.

When I get home, the robin is still laying in the driveway. I decide to bury it in a nice shady corner next to Blueberry, Sherah's blue parakeet that passed on to Birdy Heaven.

I check one last time on the email...

...before watching One Life to Live and General Hospital (Honey doesn't care for sitting through three hours of soaps and only watches All My Children) while stapling my resumes together.

Finally lunch and a 'hysterical novel'.

On the way to pick up Honey from work, I see the crossing guard at his post.

While waiting for Honey, I read Dave's (another web designer who got laid off) Greasy Skillet.

Heeeere's Honey. Awww, poor baby has to wear a uniform to work.

At Sears, I pick up the stationary bike that I ordered as a last splurge. I don't talk to a human being until the end when a guy brings out my box.

During 5 o'clock rush hour traffic, I plead my case to those getting off work, but get no takers. The things that you'll do for a web page.

Frank stops by while I'm putting my bike together.

Voila! My stationery bike that will take my pulse, has a place for my cup, and a book holder too.

Supper: hey, I gave the fries to the dog.

Ed tries out my bike.

When Honey goes to get bird food at the pet store, Rhonda doesn't start. He gets a jump from someone. How thoughtful of Rhonda, waiting to konk out until I had finished all of my running around.

Everyone's gone to bed but me.
Good night.
Sleep tight.
Don't let the Bugs Bunnies bite.