Yearly blogging itch
I am far from the most prolific blogger but each year my fingertips start itch for the keypad. Of-course, I need to try to recall what my blog address was. My once sharp memory is dulled by the constant drone of voices (aka my kids) . I initially thought I’d go crazy if I don’t start working again but after almost 2 years I realized that I’m not really crazy just a tad unimaginative and with 20 percent of my vocabulary in limbo. Certainly when you lack adult conversations (besides the 2 hours daily with my husband if I’m lucky) and intellectual stimulation (besides solving an “easy” crossword puzzle) then your downfall is imminent.
So here I strike again with an itch but without words. Well, at-least not a lot of them. My eloquence is gone and I write like a kid stutters. I look back with rose-tinted glasses when words flew easily and I can easily write something without goggling for samples. I thought that reading can help me out but nothing really can compensate with writing. With my emails dwindling to zero (as my spam mail increases) there’s barely any writing needed. Not even the kids need me to write letters to their teachers (or maybe I should be thankful about that fact).
With almost 2 years as part of the unemployed statistic, I am confronted with the task of rewriting my whole resume with the hope of dazzling who ever reads it. I know I’m dramatizing things and is more likely looking for an excuse not to tackle a task that will require me to think and be creative.
Routine is the anathema to creativity. In fact, I have grown so comfortable to the whole stay-at-home mom that I’m losing my zeal. I burrow under the warm comforts of day-to-day household chores. I don’t hope to mislead you into thinking that I’m particularly a super mom/wife but it’s…comfortable.
I’ve on and off been looking for work already. I’ve received 2 job offers and both of them never materialized. Both as a Recruiter. The first one was half a year ago right before we moved from Redwood Shores to San Diego. The second one was right before Christmas but silly me wrote a “counteroffer” which really only added a few statements that would cover my ass rightfully but I guess, the employer thought it was too much trouble to rewrite another offer letter.
Oh well! With that I say hello again to Monster, Hotjobs and maybe this time I should open my doors to more avenues of job-searching.
