Get up, get dressed! (no hobo)

The hardest part about long term unemployment, or even just employment that is erratic or allows you to work from home is the getting dressed into acceptable outside-person clothes. This is something I’ve struggled with immensely during my unemployment, especially as it continued to drag on and on… I wondered if I’d ever actually need to wear half my clothes again, or if they were best donated to the Vinnies across the road?

Some days I just didn’t want to get out of bed and getting dressed seemed like a waste of time, especially because no one was going to see me and my pyjamas are so cosy! But I have to stress one thing: it’s very important that, just because you don’t have a job, you allow yourself to become a full blown hobo. Trust me – no hobo.

It’s even more tempting to go out and spend whatever you have left on a onesie and wear that around your house – cos if you’re going to be home alone, you might as well do it on costume…

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Yes, I went out and tried on a myriad of onesies with my wifey – I ended up settling on a cat:

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I’ve always considered myself a cat lady, having three wonderful bundles of kitty of my very own, and what better way to spend my wintery days alone than dressed as a delightful purple and black kitten?

As I sit here and write this, I am indeed wearing a onesie – and that means I have reached NEW LOWS in my unemployment outfits of choice.

Here are some other fashion lows I have hit:

  • Leggings as pants, in public, without a long enough t-shirt or jumper to even attempt to justify my actions.
  • Pyjama tops in place of socially-acceptable tops or shirts.
  • Visible, ‘business length’ socks with lace frills the same colour as my sandshoes shoes (both hot pink)
  • Loud, sequinned hot pink bras, clearly visible (but unintentionally so) under a threadbare t-shirt
  • My house jacket (a pink fleece zip-up hoodie that my mother bought me over a decade ago, the zip is now broken, I can’t remember the last time I washed it and it’s all around pretty foul, but I LOVE it and when I’ve been employed, it doesn’t leave the house – but all bets are off when I’m jobless!)

Of course, the best way to avoid any of these tragedies is to regularly leave the house in such a manner that you NEED to look socially acceptable. Make regular trips to the bank, organise to meet up with friends for the cheapest coffee you can find locally, head to Medicare to claim back all those rebates they owe you, pop around to your grandparents house (if this is a viable option, which it is not for me because mine live interstate).

Basically, FORCE YOURSELF INTO CLOTHING THAT YOU LIKE AND YOU WOULD WEAR ON A REGULAR DAY OFF, IF YOU HAD A JOB! Becoming complacent is the worst thing you can do – lest you end up alone, in a onesie, on a Wednesday night with a block of chocolate and no actual food in your house because you don’t want to put on real clothes to go and get real food… Yes this is actually my exact predicament right now.

I really should take my own advice…