(This is the one who will miss me most when I'm gone.)
Okay, maybe my life isn't quite a Billy Squier song (as much as my husband would like to say it is), but I did get multiple interviews and two job offers this week. After much nail-biting and hand-wringing, we decided that it was in our best financial interest for me to go back to work full-time now that the kids are all in school. But I decided that I would only do it if I could go back to doing what I love most. Yup--writing. So, after submitting numerous resumes all over the big city of Indy, I ended up with two job offers for corporate writing/editing positions. I accepted a contract position with a young, entrepreneurial company versus a Steady Eddie position with a large, conservative bank. The culture of the company I'm going to work for is young, exciting, vibrant, and creative. I like that. (Did I mention "young"? I think I might be trying to reclaim some of the lost days of my own youth by osmosis or something.) The other offer was a great one, but very predictable and corporate. I'm hoping the contract position turns into something permanent, but if it doesn't, I'm sure something even better is waiting out there for me.
The last week has been a crazy exercise in finding before and after school childcare for the Munchkins. Everything fell into place WAY too easily, so I believe the Big Guy is assuring me that this was the right decision. I start on Monday. Hooray! Yikes! It's been ten years since I've worked full-time. I feel like Sam must have felt starting middle school this year. He wasn't worried about the work--just about getting his locker open. I'm primarily concerned with getting into a parking garage downtown without driving the wrong way down a one-way street. The writing part is easy; it's the elevator that challenges me.
