Unemployed

I was not going to cry.
But I cried. It was the gals in the front office who made me weepy when I had so wanted to go out with my head held high. I know they did it on purpose. They had wanted to take me out for a farewell lunch, but I told them my stomach wasn’t up to it. Boy, that was the truth.
So instead they surrounded me and gave me a card they had all signed. It included a $50 gift card, which will undoubtedly come in handy. Then they all demanded a hug. Then came the waterworks.
I’ll miss them and most of the folks up at James Sprunt Community College in Kenansville. I’d spent more than 15 years there as the public information assistant, producing the Web site, newsletters, brochures, ads, press releases – you name it. If it was written, I wrote it.
But things, and people, had been changing for the past few years. Retirement was breaking up the old gang. And the new gang had new ideas. So here I am, 52, and reorganized out of a job.
I have to admit, I’ve been lucky. This is the first time in my 30-year career that I’ve been unemployed – “between jobs” – because of someone else’s decision. And I have to admit it’s not easy to wrap my mind around that fact.
I have been receiving a lot of support from friends and family, though, which is important – if for no other reason than my own self-esteem. My brother’s prayer group sent me a card saying I was on their list. I hope that continues until further notice. Others have insisted this is an opportunity to find something much better. No more 100-mile round-trip drives up I-40 in all kinds of weather. And there was a segment on the Today Show about, essentially, the power of positive thinking.
So only a week into my being “between jobs,” I’ve pretty much stopped wishing ill on certain people. I guess that’s a step in the right direction.
And while I have tried to take all those positive thinking vibes into myself, there is something that I have adopted as my own credo: Looking For a Job Is a Job.
So I get up the same time every morning, read the news and start the search. I’ve bought a $20 downloadable book about how to go about selling yourself in this new era. I haven’t finished it, yet. But I have been contacting people I know in the business – or close enough to the business – and making new contacts with businesses and organizations that could use my skills. At least that’s what I need to convince them.
I have uploaded my resume onto two different job search agents, including Monster.com, which is available through the Star-News Web site. I have identified myself as a writer/public relations specialist and a content expert. So I have been somewhat puzzled when I received so-called matches from these agents that have included such things as Family Dollar store manager and nighttime security guard.
In the meantime, I’m entering Week Two “between jobs.”