That Job

Okay, so I obviously didn't get That Job.

And I had truly decided that I did not want That Job. During the 2 week waiting period, I would wake Mr. Ashley up in the middle of the night and ask, "What are we going to do if I get that job?" and he would groan and say, "I really hope you don't get that job." This was a common refrain. That Job's hours were insane, the duties heavy and the salary was mediocre. It would have been difficult to turn down because it was a great opportunity, but actually doing it wouldn't have been enjoyable.

As much as I hated the idea of being a non-working, stay at home mom...the actual gig is pretty sweet. Especially in my new neighborhood, which is the Kingdom of SAHMs. Everyone walks their kids to school and chats with the crossing guard and goes to the volunteer meetings at the school. It makes me want to gag to even admit this, but I really like all of that. The kids love it too. We bake cookies after school and stuff. I'm not even kidding.

I also don't mind laying by the pool by myself while little kid's in school. I clean the house in the mornings just so that I can justify doing that in the afternoons. My 2 hours and 40 minutes of alone time each week day isn't much, but damn it's good.

I'm probably going to return to my old real estate-related job because I can make good money and work from home and because I'm good at it--but admitting that makes me want to gag even worse than confessing to my PTA mom-like tendencies. I feel completely traumatized by everything real estate related but it's the most obvious solution, and throwing away a decade of experience and training and good earning potential over a couple years of trauma seems foolish. I guess.

It's just not what I wanted to be when I grew up.

But anyway, even though I didn't want That Job, I'm now completely offended that I didn't get that job. Which is crazy! I also no longer want to be Facebook friends with the boss of That Job. Which is silly! And I'm still over-analyzing the whole interview. Which is annoying!

So I'm still unemployed and crazy. And I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.