Trite? Stale? Yeah, but. I never thought much about this phrase till just now. It’s the first thing that came to me, so I’m going with it.
I had another job interview this morning. Now it’s 5:00 p.m., and I just got another e-mail informing me that someone else is far more qualified for that job than I am. Now, ordinarily that’s not enough to get my panties in a bunch. But I’ve been getting a lot of these e-mails lately. And this job is a one-month temporary, 20 hour per week, $12 an hour clerical support position I could do blindfolded with both hands tied behind my back.
I could understand if it was a permanent, benefited position–I’m way, waaaaaay overqualified for it. I wouldn’t even have applied in the first place. I have a bachelor’s degree and like twenty years’ worth of administrative support experience. But. It’s. Temporary. Who could possibly do this job better than me for a month? Who? You can see how this would prey upon my mind.
I know I’m blowing this way out of proportion and letting it get me down. It’s completely pointless to waste more than a nanosecond of emotional energy on that e-mail. But it’s like one of those final straw things.
This is the second time in two years I’ve had to go on unemployment. It’s not humiliating or anything–quite the contrary. I deeply appreciate my government making it available to me and so many others who’ve lost their jobs through no fault of their own. But I do hate having to utilize it. And I hate having to be in job-search mode AGAIN. If you’ve been there over and over like I have, you know it gets old real fast.
But this all brings me to the subject line: today is the first day of the rest of my life. I have a wonderful life. And here I am sitting at the kitchen table in sweatpants, flip-flops and a t-shirt doing something I’ve thought about for years. This is definitely better than working.