Holding Pattern Broke

A little plane circles the airport, waiting for its runway. Suddenly, one opens. Time to land, time to transition, ready or not. Today, this little plane got hers.

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My temp job in the office of a junior college was supposed to end in two weeks. But yesterday, I was informed that today was my last day. I was a little disappointed at first, surprised at being laid off without warning. But my husband and I have agreed—it’s for the best. I’d hoped to get a paycheck for two more weeks, but not going in to the office will allow me more time to work on my website and get my house in order before the baby’s arrival.

Overall, I’ve enjoyed working at the college. The people there have been great. The first two weeks of the quarter, I became a walking object lesson for the medical assisting students, as they and their instructors laughed at my basketball belly and speculated on the baby’s arrival. And after encountering racist attitudes at my last temp job, the diverse environment was refreshing.

But data entry and filing are not my favorite way to spend the day. Writing and motherhood are. I took the job for money…and I’m still worried about money. So what else is new. I’ve landed my plane and I’m going for my old runway—raising kids until naptime, then writing as soon as they fall asleep.

I lost a job, but got my career back.