I'm having trouble remembering what day it is, so maybe this means I'm starting to decompress a tiny bit. It also means I don't feel like I have a whole lot to say.
I'm at my parents' house. Yesterday, my mom made potato salad. I took a nap. We walked the dog. It was a full day.
Today ... I scored a new job. Before I even knew whether or not I was going to get approved for severance, a recruiter contacted me out of the blue. I interviewed for a web writer position at yet another Fortune 500 corporate behemoth ... let us call it Mega Corporate Behemoth, for it has an entire campus with its own ZIP code. So, Mega Corporate Behemoth loves me and is bringing me on for a contract position ... and will probably want to hire me permanently in a few months.
This means I can buy the pants I saw on sale at Kohl's the other day.
It also means that my fantasies of sitting on my ass all summer are kaput, but that My Guy and I don't have to sweat about our finances.
It also might mean that I am hot shit, good at what I do, and that people want to work with me.
It's all a lot to process. Especially that last part, especially since I am From The Midwest, and therefore genetically programmed to downplay all flavors of personal accomplishment. Pride is a sin, you know.
And then there's the concern about whether I'm jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.
I'm hopeful that one of my main takeaways from ol' Corporate Behemoth will be that I don't owe any employer shiiit. Sure, I owe them 40 hours a week of my best efforts. But I don't owe them my life. They will kick me to the curb without hesitation, and it isn't personal. So, I need to remember that it's not personal for me, either. I need to keep it a job - nothing more.
Good in theory. We'll see how it goes in practice.