Lillie might be having a mid-life crisis.
In the past few months, she has become more assertive to her nemesis Oscar and demanding of my affection.
Her favorite thing lately is to drape on the back of my chair like a vulture. A purring black fur pillow.
I'm having my own mid-lifer right now. After eleven and a half years, I need to look for a job.
There's nothing like a job search to make me feel like the most incompetent person in the solar system. I know a very little about a lot of things and I'm afraid I'm not very good at any of them. At least that's what it feels like.
Except for a very brief period of about four months, my entire work history has been with Mom and Pop enterprises. I am not a corporate "culture" kinda gal. (Am I yogurt?!) Even though I am a rule follower, there seems to be an abundance of rules just for the sake of having rules. Common sense could dispense with most of them.
And oh lord, the jargon. "I'll reach out to them." WTH. I ALWAYS picture someone reaching their arms out and it makes me laugh. It's so silly. Why can't you just say you're going to call them?
Same with "ping". "Sure, I'll ping them this morning." Isn't that the same as "reaching out" to them?!
So yeah it's kind of apparent I'm not cut out to raise through the ranks of Citi Bank or some such.
Last night I met with one of the kindly Gals who is a life coach. She's given me homework and a new resume format - both of which I am avoiding right now. I did go to the job search site she suggested.
Despair is lurking just around my solar plexus.