I'm currently sitting quietly, working hard, secretly panicking that I won't be employed after about 3:00 this afternoon. My boss has been friendly and tolerable these last few weeks, dare I say a pleasure to work for. He has been respectful, courteous, appreciative - all the things I expect a fellow human being to be. After standing up for myself three weeks ago, he seems to acknowledge that I am, in fact, a person, and that I quite possibly deserve to be treated a little better than scum on the floor. If I did not already know that he would eventually return to his old, nasty ways, I would even consider staying in this position (at least until I found employment elsewhere).
The reason I'm panicking is a simple one: I do not have a job to go to on Monday, and thus will no longer be bringing home a paycheck. Our little family doesn't need much, including my measly income. However, the bread I earned made things more comfortable, more relaxed. We could go to dinner on a whim. We could purchase neat gadgets. We could....
Well, now we can't anymore. Not until I get another job. And that? That is not easy 'round these parts. I've been applying for jobs for about 8 months with no responses. Things were looking up when a recruiter assured me that my skills were highly desired and that he would have some openings for me when I got back from vacation. Today the story changed. On the phone, he said the openings he had were no good for me - I was either over- or under-qualified. That's the story of my employment life, and I don't need to read it again. So come Monday (well, Tuesday since we'll be out of town Monday), my bumtastic life will begin.
It took me the better part of ten months to find the job I'm now leaving. It could easily take that long again. But as my good friend Mark pointed out: even if it does take ten months, at least I've already got eight out of the way. If things go the way they did before, I'll only have two more months at most!
Well, here's to hoping it doesn't take that long. Cheers.