It’s been a stressful week. What started out as the pinacle of a high with my birthday swooped down into a pit of weirdness that I can only compare to the ropes course behind my high school where I always started out great and ended up twisted between two steps, arching my back and twisting my body in ways it shouldn’t bend to avoid the “lava” that was the mulch beneath me.
It never worked. I always hit the ground eventually.
My birthday was fantastic. No complaints there.
I’m pretty sure I’ve made at least three people whisper these words under their breathes since then though.
I’m checking my feet tonight for a magnet and then checking my larynx for another magnet. My foot has perpetually jumped into my mouth every single day since Tuesday.
I’ve been a shitty friend on multiple levels it feels like. It’s exhausting wondering how I’m going to screw up my day every hour. I should just avoid the world for a few days and see if things right themselves.
I have made an official decision as to what I am dressing up for Halloween.
And it’s Carmen Sandiego.
And I’m going to wear my new coat:
And a hat similar to this:
And black gloves similar to this:
With of course, my black turtleneck, black pants and my black high-heeled boots.
AND red lipstick, of course. And the hat dipped below one eye. ;)
THIS IS WHY WE’RE FRIENDS, JESS.
A lot of times, I post on here about my constant search for a full time job. That’s not to say that I’m not working. I work part time in a bakery where I live. It’s actually really fun (I like playing in the kitchen) and I have miraculously managed to lose weight on a constant diet of buttercream and chocolate.
I’m lucky, in this economy, to have stumbled on this gem of a spot, Chococoa Baking Company. My bosses, Julie & Alan, started the company after both losing their jobs in finance within months of each other. Unlike a lot of small businesses right now, they have hit the market with a combination of culinary and marketing skill that has led to success and growth even as other companies shutter after only a few months.
This month, they are the “Second Act” story in Money magazine. There’s a video on CNN Money (where you can see me in the background), and feature pictures in the table of contents of the magazine itself in addition to the article.
The thing I can’t say enough about this job and this company though isn’t the crazy awesomeness of the product. It’s the fact that despite working here, learning about small business and getting to bake every day, my bosses are my biggest cheerleaders when it comes to finding a full time job in the field I’m pursuing outside the bakery.
They let me go to every interview I get even when I have to call off work at the last minute.
They ask me how those interviews go, and they advise me on next steps.
They send me every job opportunity they think I’d be interested in pursuing.
And they tell every single customer who comes into the shop that I’m great and available for full time work.
They want nothing more than for me to succeed.
After more than a year of “unemployment” I couldn’t ask to be in a better spot than where I am right now.
Job hunting is super frustrating.
But not as frustrating as giving 110% at your current job and having 100% of it go unnoticed.
While I appreciate your frustration, having been there myself, I would trade pretty much anything to have a job at your company. Or, you know, a job period.
I dont want to become an empty shell. But I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I just need a change.
I feel ya sister.
I’ve got to have faith that one day it will all work out. I’ve got to believe that when my other half comes along I’ll know. I’ve got to believe there is someone out there that will complete me. I’ve got to believe he’s out there. I’ve got to believe he is worth the wait.
because without belief, what do I have?