This isn't the calendar job, by the way. It's my other job, at a sandwich shop. I'll bet most of you didn't know I worked at a sandwich shop! Well, I do. I left my job with the university many months ago because it was making me unhappy and my unhappiness was affecting my performance and my declining performance was making me more unhappy and so on in a vicious cycle. I told very few people I'd left that job, because I was embarrassed at having crashed and burned in it, but recently I've started opening up about it more.
Anyway, like Arthur Dent in Mostly Harmless, I make sandwiches now. I also slice meats and cheese, wash dishes, run the cash register, and one time I made a delivery. (The driver was out and it was only four blocks away, so I walked it over.) Between it and the calendar job, I easily cover my expenses, and the fact of the matter is that I'm better at and happier in transactional customer service jobs than at office jobs.
Meanwhile, the now-partial day off is going well. I slept in a bit and ran an errand or two. I've just now realized I won't be going to the hockey game, because I forgot to bring the ticket (note to self: put tickets for Sunday's game in my wallet when I get home tonight), but that's OK; I've still got those emails to catch up on and the health care website to visit, and the game would have interfered with that, so it's all good!