I start a new job tomorrow. That’s a good thing; it means a paycheck coming in again, a reason to finally take off my ratty grey tee shirt, and an obstacle to come between me and non-stop eating. It could also be a great opportunity at a great company working for what seems to be a great boss. Lots of great things.
But I can’t say I’m thrilled by the prospect of going back to work, mostly because when I left my last job, I swore the next one would be something more in line with what I want to do with my life. Something involving biking or writing or food or creativity or ANYTHING other than more proposals. And yet my new job title is Proposal Writer. Somebody recently reminded me of the quote, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results,” and it seems so appropriate. I keep taking these same jobs over and over again and expecting a result that has, so far, never materialized.
So why did I take this job? Because they offered it to me and it seemed better in theory and perhaps more interesting than my last one. And also, spending my days reading books at Barnes & Noble with Bobby while drinking soy lattes wasn’t exactly paying my mortgage. I did the math, realized I was out of time [money], and signed on the dotted line. Now I’m trying to be optimistic, but really, it feels kind of like doom.
rrrrr…being a grown-up is so overrated (*cranky face*)…how can I make sufficient coin to pay my mortgage, feed my kid,and have fun doing so, all the while riding my bike???