Life can be tough, wear a cup.
Every now and then, life decides to sucker punch me in the nuts.
Crude imagery, but I think it fits.
I got laid off.
Let me correct that, I got laid off from a job I had for 90 days and my entire staff was fired.
Staff of only 2, but still.
Out of the blue.
I have been employed since I was 10 years old, I have always had a job, its my thing.
We are Irish immigrants, its kind of a cultural thing. Unemployment is not only frowned upon, its just not allowed.
I have never been dead weight.
So, the job hunt begins.
Blogging pays shit, so I need a new corporate management job.
Fortunately, I interview well, so I am not that worried about that step of the process.
Its the uncertainty that hits me, along with the break in routine.
I don’t have someplace to be tomorrow and that is disconcerting on several levels.
The one thing you never want to do is to admit to yourself that you are scared shitless.
That just leads to bad things.
Liquid breakfasts with high alcohol content is the first one that comes to mind.
Whenever I am between jobs, I do not touch alcohol, not that I have a problem, but to make sure I never develop one.
Plus, I tend to be a mean drunk.
That is barely tolerable when you are drinking too, but not at 7am.
Tends to wear on the nerves.
Besides, the only drug I allow myself, working or not, is caffeine.
And thats not going anywhere soon.
I just got a job offer to ruin peoples days as a telemarketer.
For the record, they saw my resume and called, I did NOT pursue them.
Not that theres anything wrong with that.
Hard core, pure commission sales has an element of “Ass in the wind” that I was never totally comfortable with.
Its one of the reasons that I first went into management and training in the first place.
I began identifying the perfect job opportunity for me, just so I’ll know it when I see it.
Here is what I came up with.
Councilor at a nymphomaniac summer camp for girls.
I don’t have the schooling for that.
Ok, so that was Dave Atell’s joke, but it was the perfect setting for it.
Here is the long and the short of what we are ALL looking for.
Someplace that doesn’t suck, that you kind of look forward to going to, pays you enough that you don’t question being there, and that you don’t have to ride a bullet train for 6 hours to get to. (Kudos to the Japanese, I couldn’t do it.)
So, I put out a lot of resumes yesterday, and I am going to put out a lot more today.
Hopefully, I will find a new home sometime soon, doing something I enjoy.
And if I’m lucky, it will not suck.