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Job Update

Did I ever tell y'all that I resigned from my temp job with the call center? Well, I did. Over a month ago. I think I just didn't want to talk about it. When temp jobs aren't temp enough for you, you might as well throw up your hands in defeat. But my coworkers -- some of the nicest I've had at any job, anywhere -- were incredibly sweet about my departure and one woman even brought bagels for my last day (oh, to recall a day when bread products weren't verboten...) There were lots of hugs and good-luck wishes, but before I could even get out the door, another department showed interest in hiring me for part-time temp work.

Now I'm providing support to the claims department, calling providers to get copies of claims that have been open for several months or longer. No one calls me to complain or yell or vent or try to blame me for their deficiencies.

Unfortunately, I'm not doing much writing. It's not that I don't have time -- I only work 20 hours a week at the temp job. The University's conflict-of-interest-game with my freelance work has resulted in me not being able to work for Tim's office and doing only a minimal amount of work for other departments without having to bid for a job. Add to that the pitiful economy and, locally, the aftermath of flooding which has left everyone's finances and time strained. They don't have time or cash for me right now.

I'm hoping something unexpected and exciting happens soon in my work life, whether it's a full-time offer or a pickup of my freelancing. In the meantime, I'm toying with the idea of trying to write my book again. Maybe start smaller with a short story. What do you think?

I'll take any advice and suggestions you'd like to give.

Comments

AnneR said…
Well, you could go to nursing school like I did... :-)

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