UNEMPLOYMENT?!

I've had a job since I was 12. Without a hair of exaggeration. 15 years. As of tomorrow 5ish (or whenever I decide to go home heehee), I won't have one anymore. For an undetermined amount of time. And it's weirding me out. Like, a lot. More than I should. I never thought I was defined by my job (as glamorous as they have been), but apparently, I was a little. Or am. Or whatever. And it's weird. I am like really sad. I teach people how best to stack their wicker for shitty money, fly all around the country to shitty little towns to repeat same, and I am sad I don't get to do it anymore. What the hell?! Oh well...at least I have waterproof mascara...