Yes, I am in a "funk". Down right bad mood actually. This post may end up embarrassing me at a later date. I actually do not even know what I have sat down to write. No plan. One of those situations when, if I were sixteen I would have turned up the Eagles and sat down with a diary and pounded out a heartfelt, sob-filled eight pages of whine.
Today, it was rainy again. And although I am quite unsure about my work intentions, I have been applying like mad, and have felt the sting of rejection. My resume has resulted in limited response. Today I was told by a perspective employer that they were looking for someone with more...stability. I get it. I get it. If you are looking for stability, yes, my track record leaves something to be desired. I won't waste your time by documenting all the reasons why I should be hired, but I should. I am a catch after all. For real.
With my job search stalling, I start to wonder, should I take my career in a totally different direction? What would that look like? What would I really want to do? A million years ago, when I was a Freshman at UW Madison, I thought I wanted to be an elementary school teacher. For whatever reason, my direction changed and I thought I would be a social worker. I ended up a recruiter. And I liked it. I like it. I like being a corporate recruiter. But, is there something else? Something entirely different? What would it be? I do love writing. But what does that equate to professionally? In case you have not noticed, I am not exactly a grammatical genius. I like people, but I don't think I am therapist material. What? A matchmaker? I love that show Million Dollar Matchmaker. But I am not an entrepreneur. A sales person who sells jewelry or Tupperware or makeup at parties? I don't want to work evenings and weekends. A preschool teacher? The pay is so low. Where does this leave me? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I have never known.
I am.... clueless.