Yesterday was a milestone date for me. July 27th, 2007 was the last day I worked at the job I lost when my company shut down. I knew it was coming as July sped by and I must admit it came and went with little fanfare. I acknowledged it to a few friends and life went on.
I realize now, a day later, that the reason it went by so uneventfully was not because I have a new job but because I am so caught up in survival mode that anything more than a nod to July 27th would have exhausted necessary energy to stay afloat in this Titanic of a job I find myself in.
Today is 8 weeks since I started the new job. My life has not been my own since then. I am on the road 70% of the time and when I am home I am on call 24/7, accountable to the whims and “strategy” of the clueless and disrespectful. (Whether “clueless” or “disrespectful” is worse is a whole blog entry unto itself.) I have no time to look for a new job and if I had the time, my exhausted self would not be at its best.
July 27th. What will my new unforgettable date be? The day I finally return to my career and my professional fulfillment with the balance of my personal life. I drove out of that parking lot on July 27th, 2007, and in the grand highway that is my life, I have been driving an endless road trip ever since.
I am out of gas Friends. I am at the side of the road, backpack in hand, thumb out. Someone pick me up will you? Take me where I’m supposed to be. Because broken down on the side of the road is not my destination. I’m as sure of this as I am that July 27th will roll around again next year.
