I’ve had a rather disappointing turn at my day job this week. I was passed over for a promotion, even though it’s the job I’m currently in training for and my supervisors know I have an amazing work ethic and really need to be making more money than I currently am making. They need someone already experienced for this particular group. Which I get, I really do, but now i get to have “invaluable experience and training” by helping whoever they do hire to do the job. In other words, I get to do more work for no extra pay on the slim chance that another position will open up in the next year or so. And since I live in the good ol’ USA, and since I’ve been already trying to get another higher-paying job elsewhere since October with no luck, I’ve had to play nice and enthusiastic about my “opportunity”.
In the past, when a blow like this (to my pride, to my hopes for a better future) would happen, I often would take a “me” day or five. I’d mope around and watch old movie musicals or escape into a novel or decide to do some random mind-numbing project like alphabetizing my books or CDs (an impossibility to maintain with a toddler, so this is an especially futile task). But not this time. I have channeled my frustration and my annoyance and my financial stress into action.
- Edits for my novella are done and being mailed out to my line editor today. I should get this back next week sometime.
- My illustrations for my poetry collection will be done soon, even if I have to pull all-nighters to do it.
- I will also have my cover designs sketched out and started, and I will create my self-pub checklists this weekend. These two books WILL be done by the end of March.
- I am tweaking my resume design tonight and applying for a job lead through my sister (could mean a fast move to another nearby city, potentially renting/buying my grandparents’ house that will soon be on the market, dealing with MY family’s stress instead of my husband’s family which will be a change not necessarily for the better, but also being settled for the next ten years or so). My husband and I are also broadening our collective job search to include other areas of the country that we hadn’t before considered. The goal, remember, is to find one job between the two of us that will pay the base of our bills so the other one can be home to care for our son (and future children) and promote our art/writing business.
I really feel like this was perhaps the kick in the butt I needed to power through these next couple of weeks. After my post last week, I had this great feeling of being unstuck, and this is just a sign of that unstickiness. I don’t know what the future holds, but that’s okay. I’m ready to live for my action and my efforts and not for the outcome.