All in Career
For some time I’ve had a work station in our basement. I’ve never worked from home for more than a day or two at a time, so being in the basement gave me the opportunity to cave in and focus. After 3+ weeks, what used to be a quiet refuge has devolved into a dark, musty, dungeon.
This is probably the most trying week I’ve ever experienced. I’d say that’s true for many of us. However, due to a few chance things that fell into place for me over the last few months, I’m significantly less stressed than I could be.
I had huge plans for this afternoon. I wanted to finish a video for Harry’s basketball team, finish a blog post that’s been percolating for months, get caught up on laundry, grocery shop, and get a head start on a work project with a tight deadline. The best-laid plans…
I must be a glutton for punishment because I’m an active LinkedIn user. After years of recruiting, I suppose it’s a habit to log on daily, but some days I wonder why I put myself through the torture.
For most of 2019 writing was a big part of my life. I spent several hours every day being creative, interacting on social media, thinking about how to convey my message to a larger audience. I was meeting new people, and reconnecting with old friends while learning about myself.
I’m starting a full-time job tomorrow. It’s back to the daily grind which I’m looking forward to and dreading at the same time. While I’ve enjoyed my time working freelance, it’s become apparent that this is what is best for my family’s financial stability. But the commuting, lunch packing, and stringent schedule have me less than thrilled.
I hate asking for help. It’s a major character flaw that upon reflection has spawned nearly every mistake I’ve ever made. Most of this stems from my deep desire to look smart and appear as if I have everything figured out.
A few weeks ago I was rejected for a position I really wanted. I wrote about it at length here. Details are not important or interesting enough to go into here, but I felt the sting of this rejection again this evening. And since this happened while I’m watching the World Series, I’ll quote the great Yogi Berra to describe how this feels, “It’s deja vu all over again.”
As for describing myself in five words, I found myself overthinking far more than is healthy. Plus, I got to thinking how I would react to that question under pressure and decided it’s a good think I’m not actively interviewing for jobs. But for shits and giggles, I decided to think this through
I’ve always enjoyed Mondays. Even when I worked at a job I wasn’t crazy about, Monday seemed like a new beginning—another opportunity to build bridges, solve problems and get it right. Sure, this was usually delusional and by Wednesday afternoon I was beaten down and dragging ass, but I started out the week with promise and optimism.
One of my favorite birthday presents of all time was the Hot Wheels City i received from my Aunt Peggy for my 7th birthday. Second only to Fisher Price Little People, Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars were some of my favorite toys. Still are to this day.
I’m a Libra which according to every astrologist I’ve encountered means I should be concerned with balance. Good thing I don’t believe in woo-woo stuff like astrology or else I’d be worried that there is something wrong with me. Hell, there’s a lot wrong with me, but maybe it has very little to do with the scales.
