9 October 2013

Post Redundancy Panic Number 1

Okay - I am a week into the eight week period of redeployment and having worked out what I don't want to do, and had some amazingly positive feedback from people in real life, people on the interwebs and even a compliment on my dress from a stranger on the bus this morning - I am hit with the realisation that (drum roll)

I HAVE PRECISELY 7 WEEKS TO WORK OUT WHAT THE FUCK I WANT TO DO WHEN I GROW UP!!!!

Okay - so perhaps I'm being a little melodramatic.  I mean, I'm 22 years out of school and STILL WITH NO CLUE and I haven't panicked yet.

Source: Dilbert
But that was before I got given a letter telling me I'm redundant.

And I got excited about OPPORTUNITY and SEIZING THE DAY and ALL THAT JAZZ. 

I need to make some lists.  And not talk to my colleagues.  Rude bastards told me that I shouldn't give up my day job to be a singer just because I sang TWO LINES of a song this morning.  

A) My day job gave up on me and;
B) I just need to get naked with wrecking balls and nobody is going to notice if I can sing or not.  

Anyway - I digress... my list of dream jobs must get done.  And then a list of things I'll need to do to make that dream job happen.

If you have any great ideas that don't require me to:

1. Use mathematics
2. Sing
3. Enter lists of data
4. Work with dead animals
5. Wear crocs or velour
6. Touch seafood or raw meat
7. Be hatin' on people
8. Serve fries
9. Sew
10. Not talk

LET ME KNOW PRONTO OKAY???

Please. 
With sugar on top.