Last month I got a notice on my credit card that I had been billed for my WordPress account. Apparently I had it set up on auto pay. I looked at it, thought “maybe I should actually utilize it’ and closed my account page without thinking much more of it. This morning, for whatever reason, I decided to at least make sure that my page still exists and I’m not being billed for dead air. What did I find? I haven’t posted since September! So, basically, I have been paying for dead air.
Having said that, I have no idea what to actually write about to bring my page back to life. My life, after all, isn’t all that interesting.
What’s happened in my world since September? I marked another trip around the sun (that makes 44 if you were wondering). We went on our ‘trip of a lifetime’ to the UK (Well that IS pretty exciting). We celebrated Christmas and the New Year. And now here I am. Totes exciting right?
Right. So here I am. It’s January of a new year and a new decade. Seems this would be a great time for resolutions; lose weight, quit smoking, save more, write more. Today is the 10th day of said new year-new decade and I really haven’t made much (okay, any) progress on any of it. I mean I am writing, though… so there’s that. Kinda.
The one thing I can say I’ve been working on is my “professional” life. Professional. That’s too funny. Professionals are lawyers, doctors, CEO’s, right? I work the front desk of a resort. Now, I’m not diminishing the job, the people I work with or my ability to perform in the position. I’m just throwing it out there: my position isn’t exactly what I would label a “profession”.
I’ve started thinking lately that I might need to move on to a different path. Something that’s more…. I don’t know. Just more. More challenging, more fulfilling, more lucrative. Something with room for advancement and growth. Something where I feel appreciated and utilized. More.
I decided to do an experiment. I started putting my resume out there in to the real world. I wanted to see how viable I am in the workforce. I wanted to see if I’m worth the “more” I’m seeking. I wanted to see how the world reads me. If the response I’m receiving equates the truth of the situation it’s a big, fat, hard “nope” on all fronts and my experiment is failing spectacularly.
I have submitted resumes to over 50 companies for various positions where I know I would be beneficial and I know I could succeed. So far… nada. No bites. Well, one bite that bit me in the ass (long, hilarious story that I may share at another time). What the hell has happened to me? I used to be able to send out three resumes and get three interviews. Is it the market? Is it me? Or is this just the new world? I think it may be a little of everything. The entire process has changed since the last time I put myself out there. The world has evolved just a bit over the last 20 years or so and now I’m in a mad dash to catch up.
Let me be clear: this isn’t a “woe-is-me” post. This is just a middle-aged chick (am I too old to be a “chick”?) lamenting over the fact that the world may have passed her by. And it’s a reminder to us all that we need to stay relevant. Stay current. Update your resume and your life once in a while. Burst that bubble of contentment. Listen to the “kids” when they try to teach you something new. And by kids I mean anyone under 30. Damn. I really am getting too old for this bullshit.