A REAL JOB

I applied for a real job today. I applied for a real job yesterday too. I have no idea if I’ll get a call back or any response to my email, but I sent off my resume and pertinent information and am crossing my fingers.

I don’t even know if I want or have time for a real job right now but for some reason, this feels significant.

I stopped having a real job 11 years ago. I hated where I was working—so much yelling and stress and problems. I had a job I fought hard to get, but once I got it, I didn’t like it at all. Over fifteen years in the corporate world and after almost two years of waiting for my husband to agree it was ok for me to quit, I did.

In these past years I launched my own business (with one product and the intent of producing many more), consulted on numerous marketing projects, went back to school and then stopped, started another whole new career (unpaid journalism) and actively volunteered at schools, a local counseling center and an animal rescue facility. I’ve taken care of my daughter, husband, parents, house, and dog and have baked a million lemon squares. I’ve kept everyone afloat and functioning.

In my mind right now, a real job will reward me both financially and emotionally. It will take me out of my little inclusive world and give me a new purpose. It will keep me busy when I’m old and keep me occupied when I am alone.

For some reason the job “ball” fell back into my court recently and I guess I’m just trying to explore what I want to do when I finally grow up. Maybe one of the real jobs I just applied for will help me figure it out.