This Monday I had a steady job with, eh, steady-ish income, a pension, and benefits. Plus a move-in date scheduled on a new condo. By Tuesday, I had to exercise the run-of-the-mill backup plan: moving into my parents' house. And my life in 30 boxes...
I am hardly a victim in the media world — getting a job at all was a blessing.
I am hardly a victim in the media world — getting a job at all was a blessing.
I am less so concerned with belabouring over the layoff and more so with determining what's to come — travel, freelance, an appearance on a reality show? — and I'm genuinely excited about figuring it out.
Right now I'm leaning towards taking care of the things I've neglected while attending school full-time and quickly snappin' up a f/t job: namely my fitness and getting out into the world.
By no means am I going to bury my pen and pad for good — I imagine documenting any venture I take on will be a large part of my growth during whatever's next.
Rolling over ain't my thing — but a nice, significant hiatus may be just the thing to make the most of my unemployment status, fresh start and young age. I think a prompt re-entry into the media world could turn out to be a missed opportunity.
That's all I've got for now! Looks like this Frotchstar could get more interesting...
Read on! x's/o's.
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