“Apparently you can’t get a job in this town unless you can do something!”
– Lucy Ricardo, The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour
Soon, I will be entering month three in my search for a job. And I know how to do a thing or two Lucy!
Compared to the averages, I’m still early on. Seems four to six months is the typical search duration, even longer when setting your sights on a leader-level role.
One former colleague, as we began reconnecting over lunch, said, regrettably, “It took me 14 months” …
While sharing our relative job search experiences, another former colleague (also jobless for several months) noted, with resignation, “I’m now getting a lot of reading done.”
And these people are not Lucy; these are talented people who very definitely know how to do something!
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For me, this time is not like the last time. The last time was thirty years ago, and I was big time stressed, in financial distress, and not at all confident that I had marketable skills.
Languishing at home, I would weekday after weekday hear with classic soap opera-like gravity: like sands through the hourglass, these are the days of our lives…
UGH! My gosh even to this day when I hear that refrain I feel my stomach churn …
I am not big time stressed now. We are financially okay. And I am confident this time around.
But that said, I admit that there is an unnerving psychological similarity to thirty years ago …
Today it is Kelly and Michael and their “time for our wheely wild winter travel triviaaaaaa” … which, while admittedly not having the same emotional weight as like sands through an hourglass it is nevertheless beginning to evoke that thirty-years-ago-stomach-dropping-feeling of dread!
Two former colleagues who are now friends observed that it didn’t seem like I was at all enjoying the aspect of not having to work, receiving the gift of time at home …
Look, I can’t say it hasn’t had its advantages — my quiet time in the morning in my robe with my coffee and by the fireplace with my puppy dog on my lap is, yes, pleasant — but, enjoyable?
It’s time to go to work.
Work is, I remember telling my friends, in my DNA … I can’t not work. I, generally, like to work.
And I can work. I know how to do something!
There will, I am sure, come a time when my attitude will tip and not working will have it’s attraction. It will be time to do something else.
And when I retire, I will enjoy it. That may be a time when I really enjoy watching Kelly and Michael spin that wheel!
But that time is not now. Now, I want to work, but I am unemployed.
Yet I am employable. I am able to be employed.
So, like sands through an hourglass, finding that job is only a matter of time.
But I wheely am not enjoying!
(PS: But it felt wheely wheely good to write this post and be back blogging again!)