We’ve started job hunting today. I hate it. I would ideally find a job where I can work from home doing some sort of writing or proofreading, and J would ideally find something fabulous and full time in the non-profit sector. (Actually, ideally, the greatest employers in the world would call us and offer us fabulous jobs with excellent salaries, complete with perks like cars and computers, but we all know that’s not happening.) Not living in the community where we’re searching and not having looked for work in years, we’re both finding ourselves a little timid and a little freaked out. It will happen, of course, but changing careers is anxious business, and I’m not very keen on anxiety. I hope it won’t take long.
I’ve been screwing with the style of the blog lately, which explains why things around here don’t look familiar. I like changing things up a bit, and I figure it’s appropriate right now. If the furniture in my living room weren’t so damn heavy, I would likely rearrange that once every few months too. I suppose there are worse obsessions.