After reading Zionide's post on what one of his friends considered his three major positive and negative characteristics (boiled down to adjectives), I asked my spouse the same questions.
Here are the responses:
Positive:
I'll post my responses to those adjectives at another time. I don't have all day, you know.
Playing a little catchup here:
Thursday
Had a wonderful lunch with my sister and one of her co-workers. I want to smack my brother-in-law, though: where'd he get the idea that the name 'Madeline' (as a possible future name for their child) is a contemporary name like Asley?
Afterwards I drove down to the Huntington Beach city hall to pick up a job app. Nice! And I had almost forgotten what it was like to live close to the beach. (Yeah, yeah, I know. Look at New Orleans....) And because of that nostalgia (we lived in HB for three years), I took Pacific Coast Highway south-eastbound to Irvine before heading back home. Car windows dropped, sunroof opened, I enjoyed the warm air tinged with saltwater and I careened down the (mostly) empty afternoon street.
There are few advantages to being between jobs; this was one of them.
Friday
Interview with an agency in the morn followed up by the Good Guys setting up our HDTV and new sound systems. Yes! Watching movie sessions (e.g., entire Xena series; I, Claudius, etc.), here we come....
Back in college, I believed the stories that graduates should not expect a job after receiving their degree, that it took at least a year to find something higher than Mickie D's, etc. Being the naive and trusting soul I was (no comments from the peanut gallery out there. Especially you, GAC.) I took the tale hook, line, and stinker. (The folks who told me the story didn't bath too often.) This, plus being a lazy arse, led me to keep my job in an answering service longer than I should have.
Fate interviewed. I fell in love and the recipent of said love said, "how'd you like to write full-time?" So my entry into the adult world of work was again delayed for a blissful three years. (We won't discuss the debts accrued at the time.) But I ended that world: looking back with 20/20 vision, I wasn't mentally prepared for such unstructured time.
I started my first temp job in 1997 and half of my jobs have been temp. Unlike most folks who take such positions, I made the conscious choice to be a temp. And timing couldn't be better: the industry was exploding and the demand helped double my salary into what would be considered average within a year.
But I had graduated with a business major (which, by the way, I highly recommend to anyone who's undecided) and recognized that for every "peak" in the business cycle there was going to be a "valley". And I entered that valley when I was laid off from Sprint PCS at the beginning of 2004. Where once I had three to four job offers, now I had one every month if I was lucky. And they became fewer as I demanded my pay stay the same.
If you liken temping swimming across the sea, downtime (the period between jobs) is like breaking the surface after a steady swim. There, you take your gasp of air and check out your surroundings. There, you get your bearings, seeing how far you're away from shore.
What's my next job? Should I follow a career path?
Do I go back to school? If so, to learn what?
Do I continue pursuing writing to eventually get published? (Note: they're not mutually exclusive as shown from the thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of pages written that will never see the light of day or webpage.)
Do I continue my workout regimen to stay healthy? Or change it to look good? (I can tolerate starvation and dehydration for a short period of time.) And what about my clothes? (Again, no comments from the peanut gallery.)
This is not the first time I've asked these questions and I know it won't be the last. That's the reason for this post.
I'm currently reading the book, What Should I Do With My Life? by Po Bronson. Contained with the hardback book are the stories of folks asking the same question. Am I looking for my answer in this--or any--book? No. I learned that bitter lesson years ago to never put faith in books to tell you to answer one's questions.
So where do I "seek" such answers? For me--and only me--it's in this pause between jobs, this...taking a breath. (Talk about Zen!) I don't know how long it'll take to answer but I know this:
Water's good for you.
I just submitted a book review for consideration to a paying publication. Wish me luck it's accepted!
"Only two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity... and I'm not sure about the former."
– Albert Einstein
