Two weeks ago was my last day of work. For four weeks I have been looking for another job. I have shot-gunned my resumé through all the job-hunting sites. My soul shrinks at the idea of being stuck in a cubicle doing data entry or making sales calls or, worse, collection calls.
My husband suggested I write down what I want from a job. That’s more difficult than it sounds. I loved being in the classroom as a substitute teacher, but substitutes don’t make much money and they don’t work regular hours. Also, I do not have a teaching license, so I cannot work as a teacher. I have a LOT of experience in health insurance and medical office management, and I’m pretty darn good at it. Apparently, there are a whole bunch of office managers looking for jobs right now.
Mostly what I want is to make a difference. I have dedicated most of my adult years to raising our children, the youngest of whom just turned 14. They are all incredibly amazing kids/adults and, while I still have a few years left with kids at home, I feel it is time for me to look forward and find something else. Something I am passionate about and, yes, something to make a difference.