Gotta have faith

Guh. I hate looking for a job. I’d really forgotten how much I hate looking for a job. I hate it so much, I start negotiating with myself over which jobs I should consider. My odds are better with an employer with 40 opens positions, rather than an employer with one. Depending on how long I’ve been looking for a job that day, I might even consider being a day laborer moving cadavers in the hot sun rather than spend another hour surfing monster.com.

The problem, really, is that I don’t have any idea what I want to do now. My next gig could be in any field, with any description. So, I have to look at all the job postings. I know that I’ll find jobs I want. I just have to siphon through a lot that probably nobody wants to find them.

On that note: “Now hiring! Grassroots environmental jobs open! Make a difference!”. Every f*cking day. Somedays I even consider it. “Do you have a minute for the environment?”

And, then something good comes along – a good friend, offering work. He doesn’t know how much of a relief it is to know there’s money coming in. I won’t have to consider any job for a little while longer. I can keep looking for the right one.

This week: Pilates Studio Manager, Recycling Specialist with the county.

It feels hokey, but I just keep thinking – You gotta have faith. The biggest lesson I keep learning is that everything works out fine.