I woke up with anxiety today, and I’m not used to this outside of Corporate. I think all the economic nonsense we’ve been through is making me gun shy. I’m still at the gallery, but the gal I’m covering for could be back in a month. And there is only one more semester of college papers before school is out.
I called my old boss right after Christmas because I didn’t have her address and couldn’t send her a card. I wanted to see how she was. She was let go before I was, and then in the following months her husband was laid off of his job, as well, leaving them with one quarter of their previous income. In our conversation, she mentioned her husband went to a seminar wherein a speaker described the working landscape in Europe as being full of contractors. People there take a succession of temporary or part-time jobs. This, of course, eliminates both on-boarding and benefits costs to companies.
I wonder what it’s done to the workforce. I know what's it's doing to me.
How do you avoid worrying about where the next job will come from?
I keep hoping, wishing and hoping, that all this writing I’m doing will amount to something. My last press release was published in the Pacifica Tribune with a by-line. That’s my second by-line for the Trib. I’ve got another article coming up this week, too. And the work I’m doing for the AGP blog gets compliments from everyone. I’m knee deep in my novel, too, although I’ve done numerous re-writes and changed the title. Soon, I’ll be ready for Book 2.
I love to do art, and I have a really cool idea for the next AGP exhibition, but my writing is what saves me, I think.
Wouldn’t it be nice if it saved us this time?