Unemployment is not the life for me. Despite merely being a temporary self-imposed break in my slavery to the man, I am already finding it tiresome. I have to last but 5 more days and this hellish half-existence will be at an end yet still I gaze longingly at the traffic passing by my house in the morning, the knowledge festering inside me that I was once amongst it and yearning for the sweet embrace of bumper to bumper gridlock.