Now that the news is out about my move, I seem to be having a lot of conversations that go something like this:
Them: "Wow! You're moving! Do you have a job already?"
Me: "Well, no, not yet. It's still a few months off. But I am looking."
Them: Strange look of pity/fear/humor passes over their face as they nod.
Me: Internally freaking out while smiling and nodding.
I am not that worried about finding work. I am highly employable. It isn't like I work for corporations where I can apply for a transfer. I am a bleeding heart social service chameleon. We don't do things like "transfer." No. We like to do things the hard way and kill our spirits by paving a new path over and over again. We love to reinvent the wheel! We love to work too many hours for very little pay because it makes our hearts feel full. (I kid. Kinda.) And hey, because of all those reasons, there are always openings in the field. Score!
So have I submitted my resume for one job yet? No. Um. I am getting to it. I am. Really!
It's the next hurdle to making this move real. I've told the masses. Next: Find a job.
Where can I apply for the cupcake job? I would be soooo good at that! Seriously. I would.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Birthday Self-Promotion: One week 'til I am 33!