So following financial despair discussion 983 last night, I have decided that I need to get a job. One salary is just not cutting it for us anymore.
So I made some coffee and plunked myself at the dining room table with local paper and the Boston Globe, scouring the classifieds.
Sadly, I’m not qualified to do very much. Oh, sure, I’ve got a master’s in teaching, but my certifications in CT and MA have lapsed over these 8 years I’ve been busy birthing and raising kids. Private schools will not, as I sorely know, pay me enough to cover child care, let alone contribute to the weekly grocery bill.
Admin, perhaps? Alas, the last admin job I held was nearly a decade ago. Sure I can type, file, answer phones, and all of that, but Excel is my mortal computer enemy.
I knew I should’ve gone to business school in my 20s instead of diddling around teaching and writing.
So I cast the newspapers aside and pulled out my latest edition of Writer’s Market. Maybe hidden between its paper covers would be a chance for me to restart my freelancing career!
I stayed up quite late, taking notes, forming ideas, researching submission guidelines. Interestingly, the markets that pay the most are the hardest to research. I guess editors make it that way to keep the riff-raff away. I hope that’s not me.
Today I got up before six, and quested on. I did learn another tidbit in the process — I need more than 4 hours’ sleep each night at this stage in my life. Alas.
But it was good for me. I outlined to article ideas and did more research. I might be able to start crafting queries soon. (Another bump in my rocky road — technology. My computer is kaput, and my printer is out of ink. I have no money to rectify either situation, so I have to send drafts to Ray at work for printing. Makes revision very sloooow.) And I wrote two new essays — well, recycled two old ideas into new pieces. Those will hopefully be ready to submit soon. Then the waiting starts.
None of this helps our immediate situation, but it felt good. Because doing something is a whole lot more empowering than doing nothing, even if at the time it feels like you’re just spinning your wheels.
ETA: If you know of a job for a women of my qualifications, my salary requirement is $80K, and I need to be local. Thanks.