Being at home in my messy Tuesday morning living room, unemployed, back from my world travels....has me feeling challenged to change things up in my life.
How you ask? I wish I knew.
Losing my job in late October was tough on my tender ego. It was a first for me. In the past I have left jobs for new ones, to stay home and have babies, to be home with teens, to move....but never ever ever let go!! (for the record, they said I was "laid off" due to a turn in the direction of the company, but I know in my gut that they fired me. I don't know why, but pretty sure they wanted me outta there.)
It took a couple of weeks of licking my wounds to get over my hurt feelings. (I mean seriously, they didn't LIKE ME???) before realizing it really was a bad fit. I cannot spend 9 hours a day at a desk, on the phone, staring at a computer screen. I will chew off my own hand.
Now I have to figure out what is next:
Another office job? Note above reference to missing hand.
Go back to school? Hahahaha, coffee with college kids at study group. May be worth trying just for the pure irony of it. And it would include new pens and a cool book bag.
Starbucks? Benefits at 24 hours a week. +2 points. Working for minimum wage at age 47. -1 point. 4am shifts. -1 point. Free coffee +3 points. Working part time. +1 point. Wear an apron daily -1. Working with lots of people +2. Working with 20somethings -2. Trying to maintain my self esteem while working at Starbucks at age 47. -47 points.
Blog for a living? That is funny right there.
Losing my job in late October was tough on my tender ego. It was a first for me. In the past I have left jobs for new ones, to stay home and have babies, to be home with teens, to move....but never ever ever let go!! (for the record, they said I was "laid off" due to a turn in the direction of the company, but I know in my gut that they fired me. I don't know why, but pretty sure they wanted me outta there.)
It took a couple of weeks of licking my wounds to get over my hurt feelings. (I mean seriously, they didn't LIKE ME???) before realizing it really was a bad fit. I cannot spend 9 hours a day at a desk, on the phone, staring at a computer screen. I will chew off my own hand.
Now I have to figure out what is next:
Another office job? Note above reference to missing hand.
Go back to school? Hahahaha, coffee with college kids at study group. May be worth trying just for the pure irony of it. And it would include new pens and a cool book bag.
Starbucks? Benefits at 24 hours a week. +2 points. Working for minimum wage at age 47. -1 point. 4am shifts. -1 point. Free coffee +3 points. Working part time. +1 point. Wear an apron daily -1. Working with lots of people +2. Working with 20somethings -2. Trying to maintain my self esteem while working at Starbucks at age 47. -47 points.
Blog for a living? That is funny right there.
This my my blogging hero and worth an hour of your time. Pure genius: hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com
Rent out my home and travel for a year? If I didn't feel like this was running away from a real life, I would be tempted.
ok ok ok. Onto other things.....
I posted this on Facebook today and I am still basking in the glory of the feeling. After showering, I put on my "cleaning the house sweats", pulled my hair back and looked in the mirror. ICKKkkk. This is what day 4 of the swine flu must look like. So, I grabbed the red lip stain (tell me that lip stain doesn't sound a zillion times more decadent than lipstick) and slathered up my pale lips. I stood there, staring at the transformation, and thought how much sexier it is to be unemployed and clean house in red lip stick/stain than to have a job. I wouldn't dare walk into a J O B in red lipstick! OH, I have seriously stuck it to the man this morning.
Rent out my home and travel for a year? If I didn't feel like this was running away from a real life, I would be tempted.
ok ok ok. Onto other things.....
I posted this on Facebook today and I am still basking in the glory of the feeling. After showering, I put on my "cleaning the house sweats", pulled my hair back and looked in the mirror. ICKKkkk. This is what day 4 of the swine flu must look like. So, I grabbed the red lip stain (tell me that lip stain doesn't sound a zillion times more decadent than lipstick) and slathered up my pale lips. I stood there, staring at the transformation, and thought how much sexier it is to be unemployed and clean house in red lip stick/stain than to have a job. I wouldn't dare walk into a J O B in red lipstick! OH, I have seriously stuck it to the man this morning.
