October 2, 2010

How Did I Get Here, Where Am I Going?

I lived the first 20 years of my life as if I wasn't going to have kids. The thought of being a stay at home mom never, ever, not even once crossed my mind - as it was full of crime fighting, world traveling, and various other cool shit I would be busy doing. Clearly life happens, changes course. Sometimes the course veers right into a big, thick wall. The wall in my path is covered with crayon drawings and small, greasy handprints. Yes, I'm aware I built the wall but it's a wall nonetheless so save your emails, Anonymous.

Now I think about going back to work and quite honestly, I believe myself to be basically unemployable. I  l o v e d  being a parole officer. I mean every single one of those folks deserved my wrath so it was a win win for me. I don't think the Mr realized until I quit how much aggression he had been spared during my working years. Plus I got to carry a gun so that made me giddy. Now, though? The thought of something I absolutely have to do each day is less than appealing. I am under the impression that I'm sort of ruined in the employability sense. I don't think an interview panel would look favorably upon the fact that instead of supervising felons over the last 6 years I've been raising them. 

I guess I've got a couple more years before Asher will be in school all day so I've got that long to find someone to pay me to read books or watch movies. I happen to think I'd be an excellent critic. Isn't being kind of an asshole a job requirement for critics? I could be the female Simon Cowell of the literary world. 

3 comments:

Deb said...

I can totally see you as an amazing parole officer, even without having met. If you ever wanted to go back, I'm sure it would be clear you've still got it!

Diosa Del Desierto Corazon said...

I'm with you. I haven't worked outside my home for the past 10 years, but before that I was a Sign Language Interpreter. So,not only am I unemployable (I think), I also have a degree in something that is highly specialized, pays for absolute shit, and makes you drive all over hell's half acre. We could get together and become the Siskel and Ebert of the literary world...minus that whole dead thing and stroke talking with a stick on a computer thing :).

Lorie and Bill Shewbridge said...

Man, if I were a felon and you were my parole officer, I'd be scared shitless of you!
I don't think you are unemployable. I think people are really starting to see the value in raising children and running a household.
I haven't worked in 5 years either because of my disability but I still try to keep up with my knowledge of my field just in case the "perfect" job of sitting on my ass in front of a computer and lying in a warm pool when I'm in pain comes along. HaHaHaHa