Yesterday, for the very first time in 34 months, I looked at the employment classifieds.
This morning, for the very first time in 34 months, I dug out my resume. I updated the easy parts (address, dates) and stared at it for a very long time.
This weekend, for the very first time in 34 months, I will compose a series of cover letters, update the not-so-easy parts of my resume and decide, again, for the umpteenth time what it is I really want to be when I grow up.
Secretly, I hope that it will result something that makes the negotiations I have to undertake work-wise a bit easier. I need some leverage. If worse comes to worse, however, it might end up that, for the first time in 34 months - four months shy of my all-time "length of time employed at one employer" record - I end up signing up to work for someone else.
It's days like this when I wish I had a degree in something more straightforward - something like a nurse, a teacher, a lawyer. I could put down my title and bam! Everyone knows (more or less) what you're certified/qualified to do. I put down my title now and it takes me pages to describe what I do - even if someone already knows what it is I supposedly do.
It's enough to make one's head hurt. On top of that, my dishwasher died today. I had to come home, at 9:30 p.m. and stand in front of the sink for an hour to wash all the dirty dishes and then dry and put them away. Sometime before I go to bed, I have to find my bed beneath the clean laundry. Tomorrow, I am going to spend all day driving around my least favorite suburb, with a smile plastered on my face, because I love my job, I just hate what I'm doing.
Remind me again why I wanted to be an adult?
4 comments:
Julie:
You WANTED to be an adult? I thought we were all just chronologically forced into this.
I often wonder the same thing: why did I leave the world of being a software developer to go to something as vague and all-encompasing as product management. I think in the end I did it because I wanted a role that allows me to work on a lot of different things, not just one thing. Could you imagine life as a tax lawyer? Nothing but tax code for the next 30 years of your life?
But it does make the job hunt royally suck.
34 months? That's not too bad. I would have to pull my resume out and figure it out, but 34 months sounds like what I have averaged in all of my jobs. I do have the habit of getting laid-off right before my company disappears. I joke that my resume is written in invisible ink.
There is a point where enough is enough. When you hit that point, you have to make a change. Let us know what we can do to help. :D
I fortunately, have a great ally (sp) at work - a VP (not from my division) who somehow figures out all my secrets (am I that transparent?!) and he is working on helping me with the "need a challenge" end.
We'll see what happens. Thing is, I don't want to do what I'm qualified to do. AAARRGGH! :)
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