Three years is a long time to be ‘funemployed’. We’ve lived in a couple different cities, I learned to ski, I wrote two books that I wish some magic fairy would just publish for me already. I’m kinda ready to go back to work. To try something new. Some extra cash in our house hunting account wouldn’t hurt either. I’m finally ready to contribute something to this marriage and stop being so lazy.
What will the beach do without me lying around all day? How will TNT stay afloat? The library? WordPress even?!?!
Well, magically I think those things will be okay. But how will I be? How many times will I have to practice getting up to the sound of an alarm? Wearing heels again? Wearing (please no) a suit maybe? There are a lot of no fun things about jobs – you all would know better than me, most of you have had one this whole time. I on the other hand, even though I’m excited about the possibility of trying something new, am in reality terrified. I haven’t yet figured out what to put on my resume for the last three years- the internet suggests I list all my volunteer activities *giggle*. So I’m trying not to stress about HAVING a job – but then I start stressing about my ability to GET a job, especially a FUN one.
And there’s one thing that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt: I’m going to suck at it. No matter what job I get, remembering a routine, following orders, and not putting my foot in my mouth is going to be impossible. And I’m going to be embarrassed. Probably frequently. And I don’t think there’s anything I hate more than embarrassing myself. Too bad MK won’t just let me go back to school – that I think I could handle.