Tuesday, July 2, 2013
From Unemployment Comes Salvation
Where have I been since my last post in May 2010? Really, the question should be where have I been since December 2009 because we all know my post in 2010 was pathetic.
As I mentioned, I burned out on blogging. I started at a site that paid per post and per views so, I cut my blogging teeth learning to promote. It was very time consuming. I was trying to find a job and make money somehow and I realized how much time was spent in attempts to make a couple dollars. I just didn’t have the time or energy for it anymore.
What I forgot was that I could blog without promoting like mad.
Around that same time, I was helping clean out my parents’ attic and in doing so I became obsessed with eBay. I was selling my childhood to get by. I saved a few things I couldn’t part with, like my Cabbage Patch Kid, but the majority was sold to the highest bidder. In that respect, it paid to be a packrat.
I also found Facebook around then. It quenched my need for connecting with others and saved me the time and energy I felt was wasted on promoting my blog.
I was still interviewing for jobs, with the continued lack of success. I had a talent for getting jobs that fell apart. They’d last an hour or a few days before something occurred ending the job.
I was unemployed for some time. I applied and interviewed a lot, but I will be honest, I was afraid of going back to work. For a lot of reasons. One being that I had been traumatized by my last employer. The thought of going back to an office setting made me sick to my stomach.
I was also afraid to leave my mom responsible for everything on her own. I had been helping care for Grandma and the house for so long that I felt guilty leaving her to take care of my uncle and everything else.
I hadn’t told her, she still doesn’t know as far as I know, that I was looking at part-time jobs so that I could continue to help her. I knew I NEEDED full-time work, but my gut said no, none of it was right.
Not that I would have turned anything down; I was desperate.
I have believed for a very long time that everything happens for a reason and as it is meant to. (I will go further into this at another time.)
When I lost my old job, it happened at the exact right time. My uncle had to move from one rental home to another. I wasn’t working so I could help my mom pack everything and move him. There were several times over the span of my unemployed state that I was offered a job and something fell through. Shortly after each one, something happened and we were grateful I was home.
At the time, I knew it was good I was home, but I was also frustrated because I NEEDED a job.
November 20, 2010 my mom went to my uncle’s like she did every day and found my 27 year-old cousin dead on the floor.
Our worlds changed. I will touch more on his death another time, but for today I am focusing on the employment/career aspect.
With Michael’s death, many things shifted in me and I started looking at things with different eyes. I started paying attention more to the signs around me.
Early 2011, a friend mentioned she knew someone looking for a Nanny and a light bulb went off.
Why not? I love kids. I have a lot of experience with kids, including day care.
I interviewed with them and things went well, though they decided to give their babysitter the opportunity.
I took it upon myself to look more into being a Nanny. A lot of people recreate themselves after a length of unemployment. If I was going to do that, I needed to know as much as I could get my eyeballs on. The legality of it, the demand for it, the expecations, the pay range, etc.
I found a lot of opportunities available. I decided to go for it; I figured I’d see how things went. If it wasn’t for me, I’d do it for a little while as I continued the job hunt.
Within a day of posting my profile on a couple of sites, I had a lot of interviews scheduled. I never liked interviewing at office positions. I was never confident enough to pull it off. I wanted to be, but I was convinced they could see through my facade. With nannying, I have always felt completely confident.
I had several offers, but actually turned them down because it wasn’t right. That is how confident I was. I found the right fit and was working soon after. I worked 4 days a week, which allowed me time to continue to help take care of Grandma and help around the house. I was with that family over a year before circumstances changed and we parted ways.
I am currently with an amazing family that I love so much. The baby I Nanny for is the sweetest, happiest baby with the best disposition. I LOVE going to work every day. I never dread waking up in the morning. I am so grateful that my friend tried to help her friend find a Nanny.
I know a lot of people want to know how long I will do this and how this will help in my future return to work. I am working and really don’t see a need to work in another field. Being a Nanny is an actual profession with an association (INA), classes, support groups, etc. I’m sorry if they don’t understand it, but I am not going to explain to anyone my choice in profession other than to say I am truly happy. Why would I do something that makes me miserable because it fits your ideal of what I should be doing with my life?