In the beginning...
For my first post, I’d like to comment on the state of overachievement in this country… I believe it to be Washington State, but that’s just me…
I recently (three days ago) quit a job I’d held for 2 months. It was my dream job, I thought, and a position I really wanted. I was a reporter for my town newspaper.
When my youngest child started kindergarten this year, my days as a stay-at-home-mom were numbered. Society today - and my husband and his family - dictates that all women should work outside of the home. I barely hung onto being a SAHM through years of child rearing; when my daughter went to school in August, I knew I was going to have to get a job.
I am a reluctant writer. I love to write, but never thought I could make money at it. Still, I had everyone breathing down my neck to get a job, so I assessed my skills. I am a good speller and I have a way of stringing a sentence together, so I decided to run by the local newspaper and see if they needed a proofreader; then I was going to try Walmart. Surprisingly, the paper snapped me up. Woo-Hoo…
The honeymoon lasted a few weeks. I began running stories and making contacts. I fell in love with the sheriff’s guys, the firemen, and the local cops. I quickly learned how NOT to approach a law enforcement officer at work, never to wear flip-flops to a brushfire, and got a crash course in politics. I was getting published every week and getting paid to write. Triple Woo-Hoo…
Then, a cloud darkened my happy horizon. My editor quit. A new editor came in town, and she was … not my favorite.
I have to feed my kids now. To be continued…
I recently (three days ago) quit a job I’d held for 2 months. It was my dream job, I thought, and a position I really wanted. I was a reporter for my town newspaper.
When my youngest child started kindergarten this year, my days as a stay-at-home-mom were numbered. Society today - and my husband and his family - dictates that all women should work outside of the home. I barely hung onto being a SAHM through years of child rearing; when my daughter went to school in August, I knew I was going to have to get a job.
I am a reluctant writer. I love to write, but never thought I could make money at it. Still, I had everyone breathing down my neck to get a job, so I assessed my skills. I am a good speller and I have a way of stringing a sentence together, so I decided to run by the local newspaper and see if they needed a proofreader; then I was going to try Walmart. Surprisingly, the paper snapped me up. Woo-Hoo…
The honeymoon lasted a few weeks. I began running stories and making contacts. I fell in love with the sheriff’s guys, the firemen, and the local cops. I quickly learned how NOT to approach a law enforcement officer at work, never to wear flip-flops to a brushfire, and got a crash course in politics. I was getting published every week and getting paid to write. Triple Woo-Hoo…
Then, a cloud darkened my happy horizon. My editor quit. A new editor came in town, and she was … not my favorite.
I have to feed my kids now. To be continued…
posted by Cas at 6:18 PM
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