Well hello. I'm back from my holiday which was absolutely spectacular and I will be writing a number of posts on it over the next couple days/weeks/however-long-it-takes-me. However, there are some things we need to discuss first.
Like how when we were getting on the plane leaving our island paradise yesterday and I started feeling more and more downtrodden about the fact that I'd be coming home to unemployment land. This was intensified by an experience I had the night before we flew out.
But of course this story, this rollercoaster called unemployment, doesn't start last week. It starts in January. And if you follow me on twitter, you'll have noticed some sporadic tweeting about it. Like when my Dream Job was advertised. I was still working, and I could barely contain myself to wait until I got out of there to read every morsel about the position and the organisation.
Applying for this job was involved. Very involved. So involved I think I spent about 30+ hours preparing the initial documents.
I had complete three other tasks that showcased my creativity, responsibility-ness, and my capacity to pick good content for Facebook. So, another 21 hours of work later and I emailed it in.
Great, so we all on board here? That brings us to last Thursday when I received an email saying that I was unsuccessful. I was devastated. I opened the email and sobbed so hard that I literally choked on my sobs - which later I realised is probably why they call it "choked up." Death by sobbing, what a way to go.
And change they shall. So I've done some thinking, and this is where we stand as of right now.
1. This unemployment needs a theme song. (Last time it was "All Fired Up" by Pat Benatar)
Thanks Tom Petty. You can stand me up at the gates of Unemployment, and I won't be back down. No I won't back down.
This song is key for two reasons:
A. I'll keep pushing to get a job.
B. Not just any job. The job. I'm not going to settle for just anything. It doesn't have to be The Dream Job, but it has to be the "Happy Job."
2. I need a new routine, because the one I'm in now lends itself to the funk. And not the "groovy, get down with it" funk, but the "I haven't changed out of yoga clothes in 4 days or said more than "namaste" to someone who isn't Inspector Climate in weeks" funk (there may or may not be weeks when showering occurred so rarely that my Jew fro started dreading. Maybe. I mean, we can't know for sure).
A. I'll do 15 minutes of cleaning everyday - I read this on a blog some where. But it sounds brilliant, if sometimes cleaning sounds like a bit too much. Today's 15 minutes was spent folding and organising my clothing cupboard. Tomorrow? Dusting!
B. I'll not be watching as many movies.
C. I'll be getting out of the house at least weekly. Whether that's Dessert Day, taking the train to some place I've never been or walking to the beach, whatever it is. I'll be getting out of the house.
3. I'm going to leave no stone unturned. I'm going to look in places that aren't conventional AND I'm going to learn new things - like how to do graphic design.
Join me in kicking some bad habits?