In a little over three hours I shall be unemployed. I can’t help but feel a little smug.

Okay, so I won’t actually be unemployed except in terms of not being on anyone’s payroll nor getting any benefits other than those gained from spending quality time with my family and looking after the hatchling. But, to all extensive purposes, I will be gainfully unemployed.

To be honest, even if my status as a “stay at home” dad only lasts two weeks, it’s been worth it just to see the look on peoples faces when I tell them that I’m not actually going to a new job with another company. Sure I’m probably going to be working harder than I do at the moment (with less time to spend on the web, answering emails and all that shite) but in some ways - quite a few I can think of at the moment - it’ll be far more rewarding.

So, three more hours and then a few drinks and I’ll no longer be working as another insignificant cog in the stinking capitalist engine of the ever so great company I’ve been a slave to for the last five years.