Mentioned several times on my personal blog that I have set a deadline for leaving my increasingly horrid government job at the end of January ’10. Unable to tolerate the erosion of not only my paychecks, but benefits, and with the increased responsibilities being forced upon me, I decided that it’s time to make it on my own.
I’ve never been a “nine-to-fiver.” I do not thrive under enforced hours that someone else sets. For nearly the entirety of my working life, I have enjoyed the ability to set my own schedule. But back in 2000 decided that I needed to grow up and made myself find a job that demanded a set schedule. Ever since, I have rebelled against it in every way I could imagine. After nearly ten years, I decided it’s time to get the hell out.
So I set the end date for January 29th and began focusing on my next career. As I have always done quite well in public relations-type careers, I decided that I would apply myself in that direction. No sooner committed, than I was approached in one of my favorite local haunts by a college professor, who I was barely acquainted with. I happened to be there writing and she asked what I was working on, which led to a conversation about her classes. She asked if I’d be interested in coming to speak on the craft of writing and research for fiction. I leapt at the chance.
I followed up with her on email, and we set a date for February. Already the PR efforts I’ve made thus far are paying off. I aim to make my living solely off of writing and writing-related endeavors. Lecturing in this class will afford me an introduction with the head of the English department, who is always looking for new and dynamic guests to speak at the college.
And so it begins.
I have always found more than a modicum of truth in the saying that “when one door closes, another opens.”
So say we all.