Over the past few months, it’s been a little crazy. And by crazy I mean I lost my job – I was part of a layoff. Nothing could have prepared me for what was involved in actually getting a new job. Not just the looking. That’s the easy part. Applying? That’s easy too. It’s the getting of the job – the actual “we want to hire you and pay you enough money to feed three people” that’s tricky.
I know I don’t ever want to be in this situation again, and that has played into which jobs I’ll consider. Add on top of that Maggie gets a cool internship that will keep her “rolling” (that’s an intentional pun that I’ll let you figure out) over the next few months – with some night and weekend work that makes things tricky. Beck has dealt with croup and the stomach flu and now a dad who can’t (or won’t) make it home for some of his weekends.
Looking for a job is a full time job. I have plenty to do. I’m just terrified.
I get to start fresh and that can be a good thing at the same time that it’s a crappy thing. Of course I’m afraid no one will hire me at my age. I’m afraid no one will take me seriously in this social media field which thrives on the talents and instincts of youth. It’s taken me this long to write publicly about it because it’s just too much.
I sweat small stuff and this is big. So you can imagine I’m dripping buckets right now. But I’ve been here before and somehow I made it.
So I’ll just have to do it again.