Have you missed me?

Have you missed me? Yes, of course you have.

You missed my smile, wittiness, and how this blog brightened your day at your boring-ass job. You were waking up just to see what Miz and her funemployed life would bring. Then I just disappeared. Yep, gone. 

Well, I apologize for that (actually I'm not really that sorry), and now I'm back. 

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Funemployed Day 61: Volunteering at a refugee camp with a hangover

Tl;dr: Slept way too late (unless you work night shifts and 2pm isn't late for you), may or may not have puked before lunch because I was really hungover, took an extra long, extra hot shower, ate a really nice fish lunch prepared by Peep's mom, rode bikes to a nearby refugee complex where I spent that afternoon chasing (and being chased by) a bunch of little kids, dinner with Peep's parents (think homemade pretzels, then went to bed far too early (think 7pm). 

That was a long Tl;dr. I hope it wasn't too long to didn't read. I'll be brief today and from here forward, because you probably are sick of my life, and this is more of a nice way for me to kill some time on my funemployed days back in the States, sitting at a coffee shop, drinking hibiscus tea. That is exactly what I'm doing right now. Wish you were here and we could sit in silence typing together sipping hibiscus iced tea, but you're not.

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Funemployed Day 60: That time I went clubbing alone in Berlin

So I was in this Airbnb in Berlin. I was supposed to check out at noon. I slept until like 11:50am, because I was really fucking tired. I also was like, “Well, what the hell else am I supposed to do? I have to wait for my luggage.” If you missed yesterday’s post, British Airways lost my bag. I couldn’t get a hold of anyone to tell me what the status was, and I was getting crotchety, sending mean tweets to BA. Anyways, I heard a buzz at the door at 9am, and quickly wrapped a towel around myself and ran to the door. When you don’t have luggage, you sleep nude, rather than dirtying your only set of clothes. I heard this buzz and was like, “HALLELUJAH, my bag has arrived,” running to the door in my towel. I swing the door open, not to a man with luggage, but to a little asian girl. She’s like, “Airbnb?” I’m like, “UGH, yes,” holding my towel up as to not show this random lady my breasts. She didn’t follow the god damn instructions, getting the “going in” key out of the lockbox, dropping her bags, and coming back later when her room was ready. 

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Funemployed Day 59: How to survive without a suitcase

I was pretty dang tired after a few too many glasses of wine the night before. We had to finish them though. You cannot let perfectly good wine go to waste. I tried not to wake Frau Jess as I snuck out of her room and into my Uber. He took me to the train station where I caught another train to Heathrow airport. I was cutting it close as usual, but I made it on my flight. Just a quick hop over to Berlin for a few days before the Spanish sunshine beckoned me. The flight was a little delayed, so I did some life admin while we waited. I still didn’t know where I was staying that night, so I quickly booked an Airbnb while sitting on the plane. It looked like it would do. I just needed something for one night and I’m not picky, so any bed would do at this point. 

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Funemployed Day 58: Miz meets a baby and some international chicks

So this was my last full day in London. And it was pretty baller. I’m not really sure that anyone uses the term ‘baller’ anymore, but I do. It’s new for me. I didn’t always use it, but I’ve decided to now. I think I will use it multiple times in this post, because I feel like it ,and I do what I want. I got up around 7am, not very rested. This wasn’t because I shared my bed, it was because I was anxious. I think I felt a little overwhelmed, because I had told like three (maybe four) people the day before that I would do something with them. I was also trying to plan out the rest of my trip, and I had told friends in Germany that I’d be coming, and I really was just ready for sunshine, so I was like, “OK, maybe I’ll go somewhere else.” But basically a few things were up in the air, I had overcommitted myself to friends in London, and this caused me enough anxiety to keep me awake that night. These are good problems to have, and sometimes I just need to cool it. 

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Funemployed Day 57: How to wake up with positive thoughts

Wow. This day is one that I'm embarrassed to talk about, because I did so little. But I enjoyed it. So I must honor that. This is the purpose of my funemployment. Learning to listen to what I want and really fucking relaxing for a bit, opening myself up for what is to come. The better state I'm in to embrace life after a few months of funemployment, the better me I can present to the world. The world needs people at their best, people who are centered, relaxed, and happy. There's just too much shit that goes wrong when people don't present their best selves to the world. 

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Funemployed Day 56: I deeply desire to grow

This morning I got up, as I do most days — late. I didn’t have coffee or breakfast in bed, so I was basically worse off than the last two days, but still pretty happy and enjoying my stay in London. Buscuit and Titi were ready again to hit the canals of Islington in their running gear. I agreed to go along, and chase them from behind. Biscuit and I planned to go to a yoga class in the afternoon. Running and yoga are a great way to get the local vibe of whatever area you are in. I love trying out things I would do at home when I’m traveling, as opposed to just hitting the touristy spots. It gives you a more authentic feel of a place. I say, whatever your hobby is, try it in a new city. 

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Funemployed Day 55: Mondays in London don't suck

I woke up late on my London flat futon. Titi, my French friend, was sitting at the computer in front of me. I said, "Bonjour, Titi." He was like, "Bonjour, beautiful friend." Then I was like, "Make me coffee." He did this for me on Sunday, so I was already expecting the gesture daily. Biscuit, my Aussie mate, was off at a meeting with some startup CEO, because all the tech startups want a piece of her. I noticed that Titi was dressed very nice, like business casual, for his day of work at home. "Did you dress up for me?" "No, I just don't have any other clothes." He's saved room in his suitcase for all of Biscuit's extra shit. That's cute. 

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Funemployed Day 54: The United Nations of Miz and Biscuit

I admit, it's been a while since I've written. I'm back though. and I still remember this day (Sunday, June 26th) as if it was yesterday. I woke up at the flat of Titi and Biscuit and was immediately offered a coffee by Titi. I was like, "Yep, I'll take that," barely moving off the futon/couch-thingy to grab for the small cup of espresso and down it in one gulp. I would have advised Titi not to enable me like this, setting my expectations for a week of coffee in bed, but I didn't have time to warn him. 

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Funemployed Day 53: There's always time for one more pint

We got our shit together, in a polite Irish kind of way, and headed out into town to see all the rainbow, merry, gay, one-loving festivities in the streets of Dublin. What a fun day all over the world. It was also Pride in London and the following day in NYC (and I assume many other cities). This mostly consists of lots of people, dressed up however they fucking feel like, strutting their stuff through the streets. There's music, there's booze, and there's merry-making (all kinds). We saw every genre of LGBT - vegan's, trans, left-wing, right-wing (k maybe not), those with rubber and leather fetish's (really), and representatives from every tech company around. If your tech company doesn't show up to Pride, then you are a bunch of bigots, and you can get out of town. 

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Funemployed Day 52: See yourself to the #Brexit

After getting the Brexit news from Yer Man, I found Yer Wan cooking breakfast in the kitchen. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like my breakfast ready for me when I wake up, so I knew this would be a great day. She made us eggs Benedict. Yum yum, my friends. After our late breakfast I had a proper, hot shower, since my friends were home to properly turn on the hot water for me. Next we discussed what to do with our day, as it was raining on and off. I was like, “Well, let’s just check the weather.” They were like, “The thing is, we usually avoid checking the weather, because it’s usually bleak.” Makes sense. We hopped in the car, umbrellas in hand, and headed out to the country. This wasn't the only bleak news all day. 

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Funemployed Day 51: A second chance in Dublin

I swear I tried to get up before noon. I didn’t try that hard, but I did try a little bit, which still counts as trying. Once I got up I thought for a while about taking a shower. Thinking about taking a shower counts, right? Wait, it doesn’t work that way, so I actually showered. They have this old water heater that you have to flip on and let heat up for 30 minutes before you can use the hot water. Talk about antiquated (I still love them as people, but it doesn’t mean I agree with how they shower). 

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Funemployed Day 50: Living that Gossip Girl life

I arrived in Dublin after a shite night of sleep on my flight. I was pretty much out of it from the moment we touched down. I waited in the customs line, trying not to give attitude to the 80-something year old American lady behind me, complaining about the length of the border control line. I wanted to say, “Lady, stuff it. This line is nothing. Try being a non-US citizen and going into the United States. I’m sure it’s worse.” Instead I decided to keep my thoughts to myself, because who wants to argue with a crotchety old lady. Instead I did stuff like stair at her little old husband’s huge nose and ears wondering to myself, “Why is it that our ears and noses never stop growing? That’s so weird. I should google that later. I hope mine don’t get that big.” Then I made it through border control. I love the Dublin airport. I’ve been through there a few times in the past couple of years and they really have their shit together. Plus, they are nice. 

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Funemployed Day 49: How to run late for your flight

I got myself to therapy on time for the first time in a while. I even had time to go get cash out before so I could pay her for all of my other visits where I haven’t had time to get cash out before. We had a nice time together, talking about stuff, and other stuff, like feelings. It was good.I feel great. I also feel like I can control my environment and better recognize and manage my anxiety, so I’m in a better position to deal with it. 

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Funemployed Day 48: You Americans are ridiculous

I swung my the Dr. in the morning. I had a sore throat for a few days at the beach, and after multiple episodes of Strep throat the previous summer, I just wanted to be safe. I didn’t have strep, so that’s good. I go to a great group of Doctors in the city, part of a company called One Medical. I am a One Medical fan-girl. They make Dr.’s visits really low stress, plus they have great decor in the offices. Sometimes I think I should just go to get design ideas, feigning sickness.

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Funemployed Day 47: Leave the driving to Dad

Happy Father's Day. Now drive 8 hours, Dad. He’s a trooper, that Crazy-Joe. I know he was tired by the time we got back. I can’t thank my pops enough for treating us to another amazing week at the beach. I value those weeks more and more as time goes on. This year I was even a little sad when I got back to NYC. You get so used to being around so many family members during that week (18 of us) then you are plunked back into your life, without family. It just takes a day or so to adjust. 

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Funemployed Day 46: Can't keep my hands to myself

I woke up with a sore throat so I passed on tennis. It was super windy out. The waves were all over the fuckin' place. They didn’t know if they were waving forward or backwards, so they just waved their water all around. I went for a walk, Aunt Lasagna, Crusti, and I despite the wind. I was nervous Crusti might blow into the sea, but luckily he’s recently had a growth spurt (phew just before he starts high school). 

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Funemployed Day 45: Getting dizzy on purpose is crazy

So this was Thursday and I was at the beach. This day was pretty similar to all of the other days at the beach. Just picture me: swimsuit, wide-brimmed hat, sunglasses, a pretty great base-tan by this point in the week, a book, some iced-tea, a beach chair, then a pool chair, sunscreen, reapplying sunscreen, a short nap that looked like reading but was actually a nap, and flip-flops. Ok, now that was pretty much my day. Some of it was on the beach and some of it was by the pool. 

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Funemployed Day 44: Finding enlightenment at the beach

I got up to dominate on the tennis court. I sprung out of bed in a tennis skirt, with my racket in hand. I had check-marks on my face because that's what happens when you sleep with your tennis racket. It was ok though, because it doesn't matter what you look like around your family. You rock that waffle face if ya want. I haven't worn makeup all week, and don't plan on it. Fuck makeup. 

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