I was unemployed for precisely 18 days. No joke.
Remember when I was all nuts and panicky? All gone, now.
It actually caught me off guard. Laid off with nearly three months notice, I've been looking for a new job just as long and was really getting used to hearing "no thanks."
I see now it was meant to be. Because I love my new job. It's possible fate was dealing me a good hand.
I had a MARVELOUS, STUPENDOUS, DELIGHTFUL time back east. I did just what I wanted, which was to hug my best friend (a lot) and play with the puppies (a lot). I did both. Times, like, ten. I was very relaxed and enjoyed days walking around Manhattan, doing nothing special. I read two books and I ate some pretty delicious food. I drank beer and vodka (not at the same time, for the record) and shouted at Joe Buck who stunk up the Yankees/Red Sox game commentating (I hate you, Joe Buck). I took trains, subways, taxis and did a lot of walking. I saw old friends and sat down for tea and discovered the joy of the new Lego store (LOVE Legos).
I was, as always, sad when the trip ended but I'm already thinking about what I'll do next time I go...
Pop Burger on 9th Ave.
Sushi at Mitsuwa Marketplace in Edgewater
I love The Pony Bar
Full NY photo album: Click here.
When I got home, there was a job offer waiting. Isn't that amazing?!
Last night, I explained to a friend how it was so strange -- I was almost disappointed. Because I'd become so used to the idea of unemployment, I'd made all these lists and plans for this free time. I was going to paint some walls, make some scrapbooks, do about 13 loads of laundry, plan for a couple upcoming adventures...
But just to be clear, I'm no fool. This was a fantastic opportunity for me and I did not hesitate to take it. I worked my ASS OFF to find a job. Took interviews anywhere I could get them, even when I knew the pay would be insultingly low (because I treat those interviews like rehearsals), applied to jobs ABOVE my skill level AND below. I swallowed my pride and dug in. I was downright proud of myself. And I was so touched by all the friends who pitched in, forwarding links, writing recommendations and putting in a word on my behalf.
I'm loving it, by the way. You know, I've been working since age 15. I've had some pretty shitty jobs (dry cleaners) and some amazing opportunities. This, easily, qualifies as the latter.
Lucky me. Unbelievably lucky me!
Happy hump day. Here's hoping your luck is as good as mine: