Love waking up to messages from both parents having (unnecessary) anxiety about squeezing in their appointments for the month while I'm unemployed. I would much rather stretch it out and find an understanding boss than *checks notes* attend 11 appointments in 20 working days.

To them, my funemployment is a short window of time during which they can get everything done so I can eventually find and start a new job in peace. To me, I've been miserable for 6 months straight and have no time to wind down because they don't understand that I'm ready to walk into traffic.