So now we're at that decision point about leaving my last job. I made yet another leap into the dark unknown and landed at home. I've been hanging out with the kitty, working on the house, doing my little contract gig, bit by bit learning to enjoy life again. I discovered that I can be a real homebody sometimes and that's perfectly fine. I've re-developed a correspondance with friends, have started my blog, and enjoyed those little moments between things, those moments that I've ordinarily had to rush through.
Oh. I had personal cards printed, like business cards, but more fun. Under profession, I put "writer."
But I didn't know what I'd do with the rest of my life, or even after the summer or next year. I decided not to stress about it. My image was that I'd slowly fade out of my profession into obscurity and find something else to dabble in while discovering my true passion. I might still do that.
And I've idly thought about other things to do besides what I know --
- Being a seasonal worker for H&R Block, preparing income taxes. Well, if that's so darned interesting, why haven't I rushed out to sign up for the classes that are starting next month? They're cheap (really cheap) and local -- about two miles away. Huh. Still observing.
- Write. About what? Not sure, but I'd start with the book the Curmudgeon and I are planning.
- Work with people who are dying. No -- not a good idea. I get to choose my friends, but I don't get to choose the people I work with or worse sometimes, their families. Better to keep doing that on an as-needed basis. At least that's my feeling right now.
And then... a few weeks ago, a former colleague, one I like a lot, asked me to apply for a job at his company. He'd actually mentioned the possibility of a job opening around the time I left my old job. So when the job opened up, I kind of blew him off. I proposed that he talk to my friend K, but apparently K decided that it's not the right time for him to take that job.
So my friend came back to me. This time, I read the job description more carefully and felt fairly enthusiastic about the job except that I don't think I'm up for a full-time job right now and I don't think I want to be a sole writer at a company. That's what this job is.
So I tried to interest my friend B, who expressed some interest in the job. And then she proposed an idea that still has me intrigued -- that we job-share.
You know what? I'm just enjoying the process of working with B on this project (as we say at seders, dayenu, meaning, "it would have been enough."). I don't particularly care whether I get the job. That isn't actually true. I think I'd like to get the job with her, but it's also ok if I don't.
So late Friday, I submitted my resume and a cover letter. And today I got a call asking me to come in for an interview. I'll talk to B tomorrow night, and then go in for my first real job interview in nine years on Thursday. Nervous? Not really, because I realize that either outcome will make me happy.
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