04 January 2009

A job, a job for Merzy.

Look at that face.  Just look at it.  How those cheeks give me cause to squeeze them!  I just want to hug and kiss and love her.  As babies go, Younger Niece is totally boss.

Ok, I had to start with something about someone else, because the rest of this post is going to focus on ME, ME, ME.  As my Annie Reynolds once said, it's time to get my real on.

On October 3 I got laid off, which I have mentioned a few times already on this here blog.  I nursed my woes by scooping deeply from a Yogurtland troff that evening, watched Lars and the Real Girl, and then the next morning felt quite rejuvenated and confident I would have another job in a matter of days.  Come on, I'm bilingual, have had great jobs in the past and maintain close, friendly contact with previous employers.  I did the BYU diploma thing -- what's to not love about my employee channel?  I bring loads to the table.  Loads.

Then followed 3 months of a quiet horror.  At first I had lofty ideals of the jobs I would consider, but my selectiveness waned in direct correlation to my funds.  However, even as I became willing to broaden my interests, the great American economy did not listen.  While I knew I was one of many talented people in the "Day Club", I began to interpret my lack of responsibility as lack of capability.  The bloom wore off the rose of total liberation at warp speed, and I felt jealous of my gainfully employed, needed, useful friends and family.  I missed my business-cazh clothing and loathed the 12 year old "hoodie" look that my daily activities merited.  Grandpa McOmber was right when he said to be grateful for hard work, because we'd be miserable without it.  I wondered how long the economy, in all cruelty, could remain so horribly flat-lined.

But then

I got a job. I didn't even tell anyone for a few hours, and still other people in my "inner circle" for a few days, because it's a job, not a career (the pay will scarcely cover my bare-minimum living expenses). Still, it's a job.  Sometimes it doesn't feel true that I once again have somewhere I need to be every day, once again I will draw money from some corporate bank account and deposit it into my own to pay for things like, oh, you know, rent and the haircut I have so desperately needed. (The crop of snarly hair sitting atop my head is an abomination.)  I am so incredibly grateful that I have the chance to work.  While slopping around in the jobless mire I learned this lesson hard and cold.  I suppose this is all to my long-term benefit that I experienced this humility gala now, but holy shiz, glad am I that it is done and done.  And with that my pretties, I say have a good day at work tomorrow.

10 comments:

Annie Pursley said...

Congrats on the job...enjoy the work world.

Aubrey said...

This is great news my lovely! Come to April's house tonight to watch The Bachelor and tell me all about this new job of yours!

dre said...

is it anywhere near boudins?

liNdsEYloO said...

as jobs go, el mundo de zapatos is going to be totally boss. its all about attitude, right?

laceyjo said...

Yay!! Mucho Congrats!

liNdsEYloO said...

oh and ps. i want to eat your neice she's so cute. but not in a creepy "eating" way. the way i want to eat chocolate in 2009... quiet longing deperation.

melissa said...

YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! so exciting. ps i'm adding you to my blog in like two second

Carrie said...

Congrats!!! But wait, aren't you going to give us any more details about this mystery job of yours?

M-Ware said...

congrats! your blog never ceases to crack me up, by the way. i keep thinking of the pic you posted where all your blues match. that is just the kind of thing i like to see. what kind of job is this? i am glad to be back at work this week, too. cheers to being working girls!

Sarah said...

a burkinbag, a burkinbag for RORY!