It’s a ridiculously pleasant 67 degrees in the District right now. After a morning spent doing some work — in and out of the gym — I’m out of the house, away from the laptop.
No jacket, iced coffee, J.Tim in the headphones, a little (necessary) shopping, and a weekday people-watching session in Logan Circle — a luxury afforded to the unemployed… and these possible drug dealers two benches down…
It’s a pretty perfect day.
(The title of the post is specifically for the enjoyment of my roommate. Although rhyming is fun for everyone, right?)
Leaving a job is a big decision, but so is taking a new one. In the end, I was lucky enough to have two choices: I could return to the oh-so-familiar scrappy startup environment or I could make a big change and take a corporate job. I accepted the corporate position… and I start tomorrow!
S came over tonight to help me celebrate and she bought the nicest gifts for my new desk. I’m now the proud owner of a magnet with an amazing daily affirmation on it, a desktop calendar with “nostalgic views” of DC (because this new job is outside of the city. WAHHHH.), and a card that made me produce a lot of tears. To make a lovely evening lovelier, the future Mr. K cooked us all breakfast for dinner. ‘Twas delightful.
I can now close the chapter on my last job and move on. Loving something so much doesn’t mean it won’t change. And you have to be aware of your own changes, too. What was so right for me at 24 became something I was beginning to outgrow at almost 27. If things had gone a little differently on the day of the layoffs, I might still be there now — but that’s not even worth thinking about and I most definitely do not regret my choice to leave. While there, I honed my skills, I met coworkers-turned-friends I will never outgrow, I came up with an idea that gave the women of DC a chance to get a little buzzed and learn to shake it without being judged, and I drank a lot of free beer. So, no regrets. And, when I’m supah old and hopefully not too wrinkly, I’ll probably call those some of the happiest years of my life.
With this new this job there are corporate meetings, pencil skirts, and commuting calamities in my future. But I also see an opportunity to prove myself in a completely different environment. Watch out, world of international business: This queen of the liberal arts and liberal politics is about to come onboard. Trust me, it won’t be boring. In fact, this new company marries two of my greatest passions: food and travel. It looks like my first big project will be relaunching a magazine. Yeah, I’ve never done that before, but they know that and they believe I can do it. The craziest part is that I think I can, too. Oh, and here’s something else that will be different — my boss will be based in Zurich. Perhaps a trip is in order?
It’s not what I ever would have pictured myself doing, but then again the picture in my mind was always somewhat blurry. And thank you to my super patient family and friends (especially you, S) for listening to me go back and forth about the right move, the direction of my career, and other adult nonsense.
Funemployment is more than just a state of joblessness, it’s also a state of mind, and I’m not quite prepared to say goodbye to this baby bloggy yet. Therefore, I will continue to post when posting feels right. I mean, it’s not like S and I will stop having adventures.
Onward (for serious),
PS- Looking for good podcasts, audio books, etc. for my new commute.