Unemployed at 25

I filed for my resignation roughly two weeks ago and it led to yesterday's last day at the office. Beyond the fun of that day (of the ping-pongs of good byes and the banters about hosting a drinking session, if not a pizza fest), as I sit here in front of the computer, I think to myself in a chiding tone, "Now what?"

It's not like I'm not taking steps in finding a new job (one that's nearer and hopefully pays more) but this is the part wherein I realize that where I am right now is not exactly where I want to be. Sure, resigning at work was a smart move, considering I had to travel for 3-4 hours each work day (going to and from the office, that is). The distance affected me in some ways, thus the decision to resign.

Times like this, I remember the character named Jhaye from the T.V. series called "Wonderfalls." She's 24, a college dropout, lives in a trailer with being a cashier as her job. In the idiot box, that didn't seem like much of a big deal. It even came off as amusing. In real life, however, it's not. It's nowhere amusing. Now is the cue for Life to bite me in the ass and remind me that the real world? Not so forgiving and tolerable of reasons you have in giving up a job, no matter how sensible.

You know how I feel right now? Like I'm walking straight into the wide, loving jaws of a whale who's going somewhere I don't know. And I'm there in its belly, where it's dark and things are uncertain and untrustworthy.