I am on the cusp of truly experiencing Bliss & Chaos, 24/7: Mark and I are moving to the Portland area at the end of May for the job opportunity of a lifetime at Nike. And it is Mark who got the job of a lifetime, I'll be leaving mine. And apparently the job market in old P-town is a little tight so I get to have some time off with my hoodlums for a few months while I find my next career.
So I'll be a full-time stay home mom for awhile until I can convince some poor sucker out there to hire me.
Many people have been asking me what I want to do next and I have no idea. I swear. NONE. I have a list of things I DO NOT want to do, so that will be mildly helpful in my quest. Those items are as follows:
1. I do not want to be a President/CEO/Executive Director. I'm far too young to have so much responsibility. You know, raising two small children is WAAAAY less responsibility than running an organization, right? RIGHT?
2. I do not want to be in the public. I'm tired of going places and running into people I know. Oh wait, maybe that's the small town thing. OK so I'm desperate to feel no guilt on Saturday morning showing up at a public event with my two hooligan children in tow, no shower, no make up and wearing sweats.
3. I do not want to manage anyone. Not because managing people is a bad thing, but the people I've been "managing" require no management and I can barely parent two small children and convince them to wear their shoes, how am I going to manage grown ups? I don't think I have the skills!
4. I don't want to be someone's corporate bitch. Nuff said.
5. I don't want to be responsible for an entire organizational budget. I married a bean counter for a reason, it ain't my skill set.
6. I don't want my own office. I'm lonely in here.
7. I don't want to be required to make decisions. I really want to be told what to do, I am getting quite good at it with two small children in the house.
8. I don't want to have to sit at a desk all day. Mostly because my ass still hurts from that fall on Easter Sunday when God punished me for cheating during lent. YES, he DID.
I guess that sums it all up for now. Basically, I need your help in determining my next career. Will you please vote on my poll?
