I consider myself currently unemployed.
Which is to say I occasionally do work for money, but the money is not sufficient for survival.
-I write a comedic/informational cooking blog (think of a text version of Good Eats, for comparison) that makes around $20 a year at the minute (which, to be fair, is our second year, and we don't have advertising, so as small businesses go, it's not the worst loss in history)
-I had a gig where I was helping a dude build a winery, but my contact/ride to the work site moved.
-I work seasonally at my friend's comic book shop, where, if I wanted to, I could get a constant job. The problem would be that I would be paying his family rent from money they paid me, and I'd be essentially competing with my other friend for work hours, both of which make me leery of the job.
-I used to make some money running improv shows and seminars, but the group that hired me ran out of money.
And I left 2 paying jobs to end up in my parent's basement fatter, sadder, and worse than I came.
I don't get to play many games, because all my friends live in other towns.
Did I mention my father got pancreatic cancer last year. I honestly wish any of this was a joke,
I left ~15,000 a year to be unemployed, 60 pounds heavier, and more alone than I've ever fucking been. Granted, it was because of medical bills and miscommunication, but Jesus my life fell apart. And I do have group of normie friends who are willing to play board games, so that's something. We even played half a game of Fiasco a month or so ago!