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Unemployed is the new… employed.

Ready to dive back into the working world...

Ready to dive back into the working world...

When I started this blog a short month and a half ago, uncertainty filled its “pages”.  All I knew was I needed an outlet for my thoughts, a platform in which to voice my concerns and ultimately, a place where I wouldn’t feel so alone.  Gobbled up and spit out by this big, bad world, I was searching for a place to call home.  Luckily, some of you stuck around for the journey.  It was your words, your encouragement and finally your strange urge to wander over to my blog that brightened my days.

As I write this, the last chapter in ‘Unemployed is the New Pink [Slip]’, it’s only fitting that I part with some lessons learned, observations, of the unemployed life.  And so it begins…

I’ve learned the simple pleasures in life provide the most joy.  An afternoon nap, an old favorite episode of 90210, a good [much needed] laugh from a surprising source, snow days and primetime marathons — all these “little things” brightened up my days more than any promotion or paycheck ever could.

Being unemployed is the perfect opportunity to “look up at the world”. While zipping around the city from one interview to another, I learned more and appreciated more about New York City than in the previous 8 months of “living” here.  

Interviewing is a lot like dating.  From googling your employer before the first date and evaluating your list of qualifications,  to putting together that quintessential first outfit, doing your best “first impression” and running through the gamut of first date questions, dating itself should qualify as job experience.   

Finally,  I’ve realized that my place in the world is much more than my job.  It’s my role as a roommate, daughter, sister and friend.  While my job gives me somewhere to be, a passion to fulfill, provides structure and variety to my days, it does not define who I am.  It is just one piece of a larger puzzle.  When you’re counting pennies, you have no time to worry about the latest hot spot, the newest fashion trend or weekend getaways. Aside from a smattering of employers, the only person you have to impress is yourself.  As a matter of fact, I think we could all learn a bit from living the unemployed life…


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?