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.
Then
what?
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?
