Having suffered through both childbirth and job searches in the past, you’d think one would be far more painful. And you’d be correct. Giving birth without drugs is far less painful than a job search. At the tail end of THE GREAT RECESSION. After ten years out of the job market. With few marketable skills. Three weeks before the end of the school year. With childbirth, you’re pretty much just along for the ride, and you might get some damned good drugs. At the very least, ice chips.
Please God, let the boys enter extremely stable and well-paying careers, for they will need to care for me in my dotage. They owe me.
I posted something similar on Facebook earlier in the week and after chuckling at the suggestions of prison warden and teach music again*, was truly touched by the suggestions of a writing career. My Walter Mitty fantasy. So it’s something I’m considering a little more seriously as I dive into the job search. My brain needs more sustenance than I’m currently giving it, and if I’m going to pull on the pantyhose, it wants to be paid. Can’t say I blame it, poor thing has been working pro bono for nine years now. However, writing isn’t going to pay a whole lot plus I have no idea where to start.
My BFF-if-we-only-lived-in-the-same-town, Melissa, just recently got what I call The Holy Grail of Mom Jobs. An interesting and exciting job that requires her to work from home. Pantyhose optional. She calls it luck; I disagree. Because she is also a musician, I know she’ll get this.
She was totally prepared, having sent out a gazillion plus 2 resumes over the last several months, with nary a nibble. An opportunity presented itself. She was ready. Holy Grail of Mom Jobs attained.
So I search and search and throttle my perfectionist complex and search some more. I know I will find something, it’s out there, and it will be my Holy Grail of Mom Jobs.
I just need to send out a gazillion more resumes. And get some ice chips.
*My Illinois teaching license is up for renewal and while I’ll send in my pittance to keep it current, it’ll be a cold day in hell with a Cubs World Series win before I return to the classroom