I realize that usually everyone hates Mondays. I’m generally one of them.
But, this week, I can’t wait for Monday. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for Monday.
Why? What spurred this moment of insanity?
A real, “get dressed nice and go to the office” job. Thanks to a call from a temp agency, I have a new opportunity for the next few weeks. They called last week with an opportunity at a nearby company. One that I had been applying to for the last few months. The company is being bought by another and is in need of a few extra hands to make some changes to their system. After a quick group interview last week, I was approved to start work tomorrow.
It feels weird. I’m overly excited about it. I already have my outfit picked out.
I am so thrilled to get to work that I already have these grand plans in my head that I’ll be their star employee and want to hire me for a permanent position.
Who cares? I’m going to work. And I’m going to work my butt off. Then I shall report back to the Twitterverse to report my success.
Having a job is something we have all taken for granted at one point or another. Those days when you felt you were beaten down, defeated or just too exhausted. The times that you spent well over 40 hours toiling away even when you weren’t getting paid for it. Even the times that you simply did not feel like getting up in the morning.
But, for those of us who have been searching endlessly for a job and submitting resume after resume only to get another rejection form letter in our email boxes, Monday seems like a pretty good day.
Autumn was in full swing and the holidays were approaching. My husband and I were selling our house and had found a buyer. We soon fell in love with a house to buy and were excited to be moving forward with the plans we had started several years ago.
I was working from home, so I had sat down for another day laden with projects and account research. I opened my email to find a meeting scheduled very early with my supervisor and I swallowed hard. I knew what was coming and, unfortunately, I was right. After 10 years of working for this company, I was being laid off. I am still not sure what took over first, fear or anger. I spent 10 years working so much more than 40 hours a week. I thought I had proven myself as a valuable employee. How could this happen to me now? But there was no personal attack here. My supervisors had always shown their appreciation. This was just the trickle down effect of a big business dealing with recession.
After sufficent tears and panic had subsided, I started planning. I have severance, unemployment and a supportive family keeping me afloat. I realized that with the time off, I could spend the holidays with my kids instead of my laptop. I could pack up our house and have an organized move. I even have time to unpack once we move in. I soon realized that this was the best thing to happen to me. What started out as a nightmare could become the key to reaching my dreams.
So, here I sit, typing away at my first blog. Realizing how much I love to write and wanting to find a way to get back into it. This time, I will find a way to hunt down the job that I want. This time, I learned that even though circumstances may take what seems like a devastating turn, I can grab the wheel and steer myself in the right direction. And even if it’s been years since I poured my heart out on a page, there’s no reason why I can’t pick up where I left off.