With Thanksgiving over (and Christmas just around the corner), it's strange to think that I'm still not sitting in an office everyday, or just working one full-time job. When I graduated I expected that by now I would be settled. I wonder how long it will be, but I think I'm over that phase of creating deadlines for myself about it. I just have to keep working and eventually it will get there. Trust is something I'm learning, trust in myself more than anything else.
But in more tangible news, I just completed a piece for my local paper that could be the beginning of a regular freelancing gig. A step in the right direction, I believe. In the non-writing field, I did get a job that pays the bills (of which I have precisely two: car insurance and repaying student loans; three if you count holiday shopping). I'm the newest holiday staffer of a retail store in the mall. Not revealing the company since I wouldn't want to enter into the gray area of the social media thingy I signed, but if you're my Facebook friend, you know.
This is my first 'real' job, the kind that's not an internship, not at school, and involves going somewhere. Pay stubs and everything. A lot of people did this in high school. I was lucky enough to think of school as my work and devote those years to homework and last minute group projects (they happen more than you realize). Which might be why I'm finding the transition to the working world so strange. It's like changing careers, going from a record producer to a chemical engineer. Okay, no idea why I picked those two things, but you know what I mean. I'm getting used to it, though, and continue to juggle my schedule with writing and retailing.
So, look forward to rants about my sore feet and people paying with checks (so complicated for the cashier!). And my continuing search for a full-time writing job. Would that be a good New Year's resolution? Maybe I should just start with not leaving this blog empty for a month! Thanks for hanging in there!