Well, dear Internet, I am really happy to tell you that I started a new job yesterday. Remember in December, on my last day at American Airlines, when I felt a lot of things, including anxious and sad and scared? Well, six days after I wrote that, I received a job offer. Amazing, right? Really, really, really amazing. A few days after that, on a flight to see family for Christmas, I read an article about how the middle class in Ohio is struggling, and came across this passage:
According to Robek, there used to be a general rule in job searching: For every $10,000 in annual salary earned, it took one month of looking. I schedule an advising session with him, and he explains that nobody has fingered the standard for the new economic order yet, but anecdotally, what used to take 3 to 6 months often now takes 6 to 12. “Or even longer sometimes!” he says.
And I can't even describe the immense wave of gratitude that rushed over me when I read that. Six days. All I really have to say about that is God is good.
After six months of working in my pj's and another six weeks of not working at all, it might take me a week or so to get back in the groove of a non-pajamas-wearing, early-rising adult, but other than that, so far so good.