The Bloody Doors Off

I think it’s time we had another talk.

It’s been 16 months since I lost my job. Since then I’ve had to downsize considerably in many aspects of my life. A humbling experience. But even at what I considered my lowest, I didn’t quit. I went to the hospital and got help.

Well, I need more help now. I need a job. Part of it is obvious: to pay the rent, prescriptions, food and other expenses. But there’s another part. I’ve noticed that working ties into my self-worth. Yes, many people will say that’s ridiculous, that it shouldn’t. But for me it does. By contributing to a larger goal, I feel accomplishment. I connect with people. I learn, not just about the industry I work in, but myself.

So I’m putting it out there. It can be full-time, contract work, or part-time. Temp work even. Something that I look forward waking up each day for.

Whaddya say?