I’ve come to call my periods of funemployment as one giant, indefinite long weekend. A long and carefree weekend where I can do whatever I want. Of course, authentic long weekends come about too and I’ve written before that I get annoyed when that happens because the working stiffs are out of their offices and such, crowding the places I normally hang out in.
Friday was Good Friday, a public holiday, which I didn’t even realize until it was too late. I thought it was just a normal weekday. I woke up late, as usual, then I decided I wanted to go visit a tailor shop downtown. For months, I’ve wanted to get some pants altered to make them more slim and stylish. I took the train downtown and there seemed to be a lot of people out and about downtown, more so than usual. There were also a lot of families around which seemed odd for a weekday afternoon. When I got to the tailor shop, I saw it was closed. There was a sign saying something about a holiday. It then dawned on me this was the Easter long weekend. That explained the closed shop and the many families who were downtown for the day. I was slightly annoyed at myself for not realizing it was a holiday but then I understood that regular folks need a long weekend as well… lol.
Everything was alright though as the tailor shop was scheduled to be open again the next day. I returned on Saturday to drop off my pants.