Saturday I was bouncing between cleaning, playing with Owen, and chatting with friends on Facebook when it occurred to me that I was no long WAITING for anything. The news already came. But I tell you, after two and a half years of twiddling our thumbs and waiting for a magical letter to arrive (which, by the way, has technically still not arrived), it's tough to suddenly switch gears.
So as of Saturday afternoon, the job search has officially begun. Ibis actually beat me to it and sent out his first resume that day, but I didn't find any listings that sounded good until Sunday evening. And even then, it was just the one. I'm also looking in several cities which makes the search process a little more haphazard than I'm used to.
One thing became clear rather quickly: I'll most likely have to take a pay cut because
1) I've been unemployed for over two years and employers don't always like that (even though I have furthered my skills), and
2) the economy kinda sucks right now. Maybe you've heard?
I'll try not to bore you and only fill you in when something actually happens, but I figured my first resume in over three years was worthy of a post.
In other news, I'm approaching my two-year blog anniversary and this is my 600th post. *throws confetti*