I am going to be a Road Warrior over the next month for my job. I’ll be travelling a lot throughout Pennsylvania and New Jersey and other spots in the area. It’s quite a change from the months I spent in my house, in my home office, scrolling through employment and company web sites.
However, the common thread is how busy I was then and am now. The job search and my new job were/are both all-consuming with little time for anything else. I used to wake up and before I’d even opened my eyes feel panic about finding a new job. This weekend I woke up thinking about my new job and not in a good way. It wasn’t panic but it wasn’t a warm, fuzzy feeling either.
I guess at some point you reach an age where there are no more stress-free days. No more light heart, clear mind. Or maybe when the stars align, when you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing, you can wake up and your first thought will be about coffee or Raul Ibanez.
I’m just saying . . .
So cup of Joe and Raul, hope to see you soon. BEFORE I open my eyes.
It hailed today. We had a bad storm and it thundered and lightninged and was dark as night at 3:30 p.m.
A storms-a-brewing inside me too. This new job is barely tolerable. If you’re a frequent reader you know how hard I prayed for a job. I needed a job and just when I was going to have to go be a greeter at Walmart, a job, in my field (allegedly), was mine. But things are not always as they seem and it turns out “in my field” is subjective.
So the search continues and I now find myself with two full time jobs. Searching for a new job and keeping the one I’ve got.
Make that three. I’ve got to survive it too.
This morning I had to go into my office for more training. There are a lot of details in this job so it’s going to take a few months to learn everything I need to know.
I was following several school buses this morning on my drive and something struck me. From two different buses, a girl around 12 or 13 got off in a tank top, short shorts and flip flops. Neither one of them were carrying a purse, backpack or book bag (yes I am showing my age with that one). It was so strange to see someone so unencumbered and not weighed down by bags and it struck me that at that age, we are so baggage-free in every way — emotionally and physically.
I am not a girly-girl, nor am I particularly interested in purses. I do, however, carry the requisite items in my purse. When I’m working, I have a briefcase or wheelie bag or backpack. If we go to a Phillies game, I take a backpack. If we’re going to New York City for the day I take a small travel purse.
This morning, in my back seat, was a purse, a briefcase, a lunch bag and a bag of items for my mother-in-law who I was seeing later today. And in the front seat, sitting next to me, in what looked like an empty passenger seat, my many years of baggage.
Ah, to be young again . . .
Well, today I received my first paycheck in almost three years. (I don’t count unemployment compensation.) It was anti-climatic I am sorry to say, maybe because I’ve been working so hard to earn it these past few weeks.
But it is a big deal and no small feat. It represents a lot of work, not just since I’ve been hired, but the entire time I was doing the job search.
Writing this blog, at this moment, is forcing me to take a moment, open the envelope and peak inside.
For a job well done.
I spent last week in a Westin hotel and tonight I am in a Westin as well. I can totally understand when musicians say they don’t know what town they’re in every night.
My hotel room from last week is 1,300 miles from this Westin tonight but the rooms look absolutely the same.
The best news of all? The coffee maker is in the same exact place. I can stagger there in the morning without turning on the lights.
Sorry I didn’t post yesterday. Things have been a little crazy. In my new job we do about 10 events a month and we are now in the process of booking the August events. I’m learning the ropes and how my new company does things. Obviously I’ve managed events before but I now must do it via their process.
I’m not gonna lie to you Friends. I never have and never will. I’m struggling a lot with the new job. I’m not sure if it’s just the return to work in general, the new company, the new job, all of the above, none of the above, I just don’t know. It’s unlike me to not be able to put my finger on the problem so that’s another hurdle to overcome.
I had so hoped this would all be great from the get-go. I had so wanted and needed a job and I had prayed all along it would be a good one when it came to me. I know I need to give it some time and I don’t really have a choice anyway.
I needed a job and got one. I am grateful in many, many ways. And yet I can’t help wondering where this is all gonna end up? I thought this was going to be a new chapter in my life and now I’m not sure if it’s more like a few pages.
I promised you new twists and turns. Stay seated and let’s both try not to hurl.
I worked from home today. Later in the week I’m headed to Providence, RI.
Today I did a little job searching. I guess I’m not able to just stop like I thought I was. I saw two positions this morning that seem to have been posted forever, plus they are both positions that I have applied for in the past that have been unposted then posted again a few months later.
This is terrible but I’m going to be honest with you. I felt a sense of “HA HA!” when I saw them. I should be ashamed but I’m not. I feel superior. I feel like “If you hired me you’d not have been sorry”. Who am I kidding? Hired? “If you would have GIVEN ME A CHANCE you’d not have been sorry.”
I should be more gracious, more grateful and more unconcerned with these jobs. And I was . . . until I saw them.
My new job should have washed the bitter taste out of my mouth but it hasn’t. There’s definitely an aftertaste that’s not going away anytime soon.
It’s Saturday morning and I can’t sleep so I’m on the computer catching up on some things from being away. I thought I’d sleep in this morning after my long week away but as we all know, when you can sleep in you can’t but Monday morning when the alarm goes off all you want to do is burrow.
I was just going through the pictures I took in Tampa. I wanted to share this one with you. I’m not doing an advertisement for Southwest Airlines, although I do think they have their act together in ways . . . oh I don’t know . . . US Airways . . . can never imagine. I just thought it was a cool picture.
I am back home after a week in Tampa at my new company’s headquarters. As you saw in yesterday’s post, I was eating $23 entrees while I was away.
Tonight’s dinner is shown above.
Per diem is nice but per mi casa is better . . .
This is what I had for dinner tonight. Flounder stuffed with crab meat.
Since my flight lands in Philly tomorrow around 5 p.m., dinner will most likely be takeout on the way home. A far cry from a $26 entree.
I wonder how many chicken nuggets you can get for $26?