I am officially employed! Hallelujah! I begin my new job tomorrow morning; March is starting with a bang!
I love it. I feel useful, motivated and entirely ready to be around people again. I love my animals and all, but it will feel sooooooo good to be productive in a manner that is financially beneficial outside of the home. Now I only have to keep my date with cooking, cleaning and laundry (oh how I loathe laundry) on the weekends, and yes, this means that the husband will have to resume cooking again, Woot! Woot! (Sorry baby, but you really are a better cook than I am anyway.)
I am absolutely blessed to have found a job in this economy and I will be keeping every appendage crossed for anyone out there who is still searching for employment. It's amazing how four little words "I have a job" can affect your self-worth and purpose in one second. The minute I got the news today I was elated, jumping and yelling around the house, and singing "Mama's gotta job…" to the tune of "Janie's got a gun," both dogs staring at me with their heads cocked to the side. I even threw in a little air guitar (cheesy, yes, I'm aware). Indeed, I have spent entirely too much time alone.
This article appears in Feb 24 – Mar 2, 2010.