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Keep Your Head Up…

Sky, San Francisco
Sky, San Francisco

The other day I got to thinking about career direction… about the people and events that led me to New York City.

A life long dream, my infatuation with this city began the minute my parents introduced me to the wonders of cable television. Not your average six year old, my day was not complete without the 10 o’clock news. Media was my thing and I spent many hours admiring my craft.  In high school, when given the choice between a trip to Europe and New York City… there was never any doubt Manhattan was the place for me.

So, living here is a fairytale come true, right?  Yes and no… thus we have come to one of the internal monologues I’ve been carrying on ever since I was laid off.  In the search for employment, I’ve done a lot of thinking about what I have to offer employers.  Beyond the usual qualifications that come with experience in my field, the word passion has made an appearance quite a bit in my cover letters.  While I love my career, I wonder if I’m truly intune with the passion I claim is there. 

The seven months I’ve spent here have been incredible but they’ve also got me wondering about what happened to that wide eyed six year old, the one who approached the world knowing the possibilities were endless, who had a passion for writing and a dream much larger than her tiny frame.  When did she stop looking up to the world around her and start going through the mundane motions of everyday life?

I have a confession to make… this blog is my attempt to get back in touch with that wide eyed six year old.  Selfish? Yes but it’s my belief that there’s something to be gained by listening to the admissions of others… after all, isn’t life about shared experiences, lessons learned along the way?

What my attempt to get down with the sixty pound version of myself has taught me is that my downfall was the moment I stopped looking up.  In college, a sign I spotted while studying in San Francisco’s Yerba Buena Gardens was a not-so-subtle reminder.  In the hustle and bustle that is New York City, sky scrapers can’t help but cloud the view. So, I’ve gone through the Google Image files to dig up that San Francisco sign just for you… after all, isn’t it about time we all looked up?   
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Welcome to Unemployed is the New Pink [Slip]

Hello world and welcome to the first edition of Unemployed is the New Pink [Slip]. My first foray into the blogosphere,  inspiration struck after I realized unemployment has afforded me plenty of time to ruminate on life, love and the pursuit of employment.   I’d like to give credit to Ms. Gina Titus for the blog name and James Gross for making me realize it was about time I hopped on the digital wave… surf’s up!

February 28, 2009 — Hello Grid

Back on the grid and hitting the pavement hard or at least as hard as these times will allow.  Heading into my third week of unemployment, I can’t help but get anxious.  I know the job search could take months but my sanity really can’t afford that.  Used to action items and measured productivity, my day is not complete unless I’ve checked an item off my to-do list.

Today is a slightly more productive day as I rest easy knowing I’ve hopped on the networking fast track, meeting with a friend of a former client for coffee at a Chelsea cafe.  A half hour early, I sit here writing away, listening to the stories of the regulars who pop in and out on their way to work.  In true Christina fasion, I quickly indicate I’m from California and when asked if I’ve been hit by the struggling economy, I shrug my shoulders and admit I’m unemployed.  A couple knowing nods later I hear about the other patrons who’ve been laid off, now finding endless amounts of time to sip coffee and perhaps chronicle their journeys just like me.

One hour later my “power breakfast” has left me full of ideas on the new media front.  Someone who used to pride herself on being up-to-speed on current events, I realize I no longer remember the password to my Twitter account.  Sigh… more items for my ‘to do’ list.

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to find ways to pass the time.  I’m happy to report I’m suddenly an avid runner, averaging a couple miles a day.  I’ve also become a housekeeper of sorts to Apt. 602 where I do the dishes, take out the trash, and walk the dog.  Wonder if I can put any of that on my resumé...

Jokes aside, it’s amazing how unemployment makes you that much more introspective.  Already a very analytical person, the time off has afforded me plenty of hours to ruminate on life and love.  I think about the family I miss out West, about the life I had envisioned for myself out East and the intersection of it all.  I’ll never regret the decision to move here but doubts easily creep their way to the forefront without the safety net of a job.

Amidst the chaos of Manhattan I remain eerily calmn, my fears swallowed up by the undulations of the city.  I can no longer wrap my thoughts up into one neat little package.  Like a river, they flow right into each other until life interrupts the scene.   Reminds me of a painting – Broadway Boogie Woogie by Piet Mondrian.  Modeled after the New York subway system, the lines of the grid run one into another, leaving me to wonder what the final destination is…

Broadway Boogie Woogie, Piet Mondrian

Broadway Boogie Woogie, Piet Mondrian