sozobe wrote:Kicky, I had a slight momentary urge to yell, but it passed.
Seriously, it sounds like you researched your options before making the move and that you have some reasonable plans/ possibilities. And lord knows you had to get out of that job.
(Thanks for filling him in on LTR, Eva.)
My bias here is that you remind me of my dad in some ways (hee hee, seeing as how you're so oooooooold), in that he thought being a mailman would be a good honest job where he could get out and DO stuff and not have to deal with office politics yadda yadda and he absolutely hated it the whole time he did it. You still have to deal with supervisors (he had several epic feuds with superiors), you still have to deal with peers in one way or another (the generally conservative/ Republican slant of his co-workers made him batty), and the current benefit of just *doing*, not having to think too much, becomes a liability fast (he complained all the time about how deeply boring it was).
So I'm skeptical of the truck driving idea, I think you'd like it for maybe 2 months and then it would start to be a horror. I think you need something with a little bit more of an intellectual component. Maybe if you do both, truck driving and freelance graphic design?
Anyway, you do have a lot of skills and you're flexible and you WANT a change and you're free as a bird, it'll work out.
Thanks, Soz. Yeah, I don't know exactly what I'll end up doing, to tell the truth. Today I was even considering the possibility that it wouldn't even be the worst thing in the world if I stayed in Rochester for a while and drove for the post office, just to see how that goes. I'd get to be around my old friends and family...although I rail about the religious nuts in my family, they don't all drive me crazy, and I'd love to be able to hang out with my brother again. And it would give me a chance to see whether I liked the truck-drivin' lifestyle. But right now I have two months in New York to try to make a miracle happen and get a good job here, so I guess I'll just concentrate on that. Or not. Maybe I'll just go hang out at a sidewalk cafe everyday for the next two months like some Manhattan socialite.
It's so weird...I saw a couple things that I took for good signs this weekend. On my way home from work, on the day that I quit, I ran into a lady on the street who I used to work with at JPMorgan, and we had a little small talk, and she introduced me to her husband, who she told me was a printer that was always in need of graphics people. We exchanged contact info. I thought, wow, now wouldn't that be amazing if I found work on the same day that I quit, just by serendipity?
Then, when I got on the subway saturday, going downtown with my buddy, these a capella singers got into our subway car and the lyrics to the song they were singing was, "That's it, I quit, I'll be on my way."
It's a sign from GOD, I tell ya!!!
