For those of you who haven't heard, I'm job searching again. Though the new administration and promised funding will be great for the EMR industry, too many doctors had adopted a wait-and-see attitude, and no sales = no money. So, I was laid off, but amicably - I'll be free-lancing for them a bit until I find something new.
But, honestly, I can't even feel badly about it. Too many horrible things are happening to too many people in the world for me to be upset that I can't shop anymore. Friends of friends have daughters in ICUs awaiting lung transplants and relatives of friends have ovarian cancer and I can't even go into the devastation in Australia and other parts of the world. Being jobless just isn't that awful. Yet.
I keep seeing questions about what my ideal career path would be and what my dream job would be like. I just end up thinking, "Does it matter? Would you pay me what I want to make to do what I want to do? No. So stop rubbing it in." What would I do, you ask, tentatively? Dig wells in Africa. That job doesn't pay very well. I assume. They don't list jobs like that on Monster, either.
So, the best I can do is be supportive to those who need it and reorganize my closets now that I have the time and maybe catch up on my reading or any other free activities. And knit. This is a chemo cap for tragically-blogless Anna's MIL. There's a young woman in an ICU bed, as well, who is collecting paper cranes. As you pray for a seemingly unending list of those in need, please think of them, too.
