reflections on being unemployed again
Dec. 7th, 2004 05:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingHave updated my resume and will be taking it in to Kelly Services tomorrow morning, as Leslie says she has a few openings I might be good for. Also called my dad and had a rather... not-helpful conversation about things I ought to be doing until I get a new job.
I love my parents to death, but they have certain ideas about how my life should go -- such as immediate, decisive action toward any goals I happen to express -- and I don't always share those goals. I live at more of a meander than a planned journey, and you know? I'm happy like that. I've never had a burning drive to do much of anything, other than write, and even then I don't have a terribly strong drive to get published. I am comfortable in the background and on the margins. I don't think my parents quite grasp that, and this basic attitude difference has us talking at cross-purposes fairly often.
We get along fine until something goes 'wrong' for me, at which point we start bashing into that disconnect and just make each other more crazy and stressed than we'd already be.
Anyway, while I'm upset about losing my job -- hey, who wouldn't be? and I liked my coworkers -- I'm not too upset. More annoyed than anything, really.
What I hope for at this point is to get something a little better-paying next time.
(After we agreed to disagree and Dad got in his obligatory lecture, we caught up on other stuff and calmed down. As I said, we do normally get along very well. My mom, though, gets worried, and my dad doesn't deal with emotional stuff. He looks at everything logically, which can be absolutely infuriating when he won't stop belaboring a point -- you can tell him 'til you're blue in the face that you're too angry to listen, or that it may be logical but you just don't feel like doing that, but he Won't Shut Up.
This is why I try not to talk to him about anything touchy. It just drives us both nuts. It might be nice if I could, but you know, I'd feel utterly weird telling him some things, because that's just not what our relationship is. Funny how things like that set and solidify over the years.)
I love my parents to death, but they have certain ideas about how my life should go -- such as immediate, decisive action toward any goals I happen to express -- and I don't always share those goals. I live at more of a meander than a planned journey, and you know? I'm happy like that. I've never had a burning drive to do much of anything, other than write, and even then I don't have a terribly strong drive to get published. I am comfortable in the background and on the margins. I don't think my parents quite grasp that, and this basic attitude difference has us talking at cross-purposes fairly often.
We get along fine until something goes 'wrong' for me, at which point we start bashing into that disconnect and just make each other more crazy and stressed than we'd already be.
Anyway, while I'm upset about losing my job -- hey, who wouldn't be? and I liked my coworkers -- I'm not too upset. More annoyed than anything, really.
What I hope for at this point is to get something a little better-paying next time.
(After we agreed to disagree and Dad got in his obligatory lecture, we caught up on other stuff and calmed down. As I said, we do normally get along very well. My mom, though, gets worried, and my dad doesn't deal with emotional stuff. He looks at everything logically, which can be absolutely infuriating when he won't stop belaboring a point -- you can tell him 'til you're blue in the face that you're too angry to listen, or that it may be logical but you just don't feel like doing that, but he Won't Shut Up.
This is why I try not to talk to him about anything touchy. It just drives us both nuts. It might be nice if I could, but you know, I'd feel utterly weird telling him some things, because that's just not what our relationship is. Funny how things like that set and solidify over the years.)
