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Clearance for takeoff
May. 5th, 2013 02:35 pmI used to have a job where I did mind-numbing clerking and occasionally had projects where I could write or create an organizing scheme or work with images--tiny sparks of life in a Lovecraftian sky of nihilistic dread. Flashes of REM aboard the sleeper ship. Then I jumped that ship and we've been swimming for the shore for a few years, rebuilding our life in a different direction.
I've been in a holding pattern for a while now, with a couple part-time gigs to keep me in the habit of putting on pants. My main function has been as the stay-at-home parent and the main designee for medical emergencies, with my parents both going through a rough patch health-wise. I think it's what surviving the zombie apocalypse would truly be like: harrowing instances of firing fast and running, separated by long stretches of musing that this is what you went to college for.
Now the business plan has reached a point where I come in, and now it's time for me to step up and start performing. I have an embarrassment of riches in my lap: writing copy, processing photos, creating a plan-o-gram, drafting employee policies, codifying operations policies, setting up the back-office accounting, creating a product and service database, designing business cards, handling the website...
I haven't worked for an organization I believe in or care about for almost twenty years. It's like finding a favorite old t-shirt that fits even better than when I lost it.
I've been in a holding pattern for a while now, with a couple part-time gigs to keep me in the habit of putting on pants. My main function has been as the stay-at-home parent and the main designee for medical emergencies, with my parents both going through a rough patch health-wise. I think it's what surviving the zombie apocalypse would truly be like: harrowing instances of firing fast and running, separated by long stretches of musing that this is what you went to college for.
Now the business plan has reached a point where I come in, and now it's time for me to step up and start performing. I have an embarrassment of riches in my lap: writing copy, processing photos, creating a plan-o-gram, drafting employee policies, codifying operations policies, setting up the back-office accounting, creating a product and service database, designing business cards, handling the website...
I haven't worked for an organization I believe in or care about for almost twenty years. It's like finding a favorite old t-shirt that fits even better than when I lost it.
