Wussy Chicken Gets A New Job

I had the same job for almost 12 years.  Considering that I am only 33, 12 years is a large chunk of my life; my whole adulthood.  I had not been happy in that job for at least 10 of the 12 years, but I felt that I was stuck there.  Needless to say, I was beyond miserable.  The first week of May was particularly rough this year.  I decided on May 4th that I couldn't take it anymore.

I began re-writing my resume.  I have a very specialized set of skills and a considerable amount of experience but only two employers.  One employer was out of business and the second was my current job. I was worried that I would have a difficult time making my resume stand out because of that, but there was nothing I could do about it.  I finished writing it and looked for places to send it to.

I sent it to one place that night, and miraculously I got a call the next morning.  I had an interview!!  Holy cow!  I felt completely at ease as I took my personal belongings to my car and emailed my resignation to my bosses.  I laughed the whole way home that night.

I aced the interview on the following Monday.  I was offered the job on the spot.  It's not what I went to college for, but I like it.  I'm learning a lot and I am much, much happier.  The wussy chicken FINALLY got the nerve to tell the big, bad, bi-polar wolf to stick it and hasn't looked back.

How Did This All Happen?!

Joe is in sixth grade now.  SIXTH GRADE.  His last year of elementary school.  How did that happen?  How did he get so old in the blink of an eye?  He is going to be taller than me soon; he already weighs more than I did when he was conceived.  Heck, his feet are even bigger than mine.  Wasn't it just yesterday he was clinging to me, wanting to be carried?

I'm proud of him.  I'm proud of the person he has become.  He a goofy, lovable, nerdy, cool, inadvertently hilarious, quirky man in the making.  He dances like a champ; girls will flock to him and he will be oblivious to the fact that they like him.  He has a style all his own and doesn't know it.  I am confident that he will be a good boyfriend and husband because he's had a crush on the same girl since kindergarten and has not been swayed.  (But he cannot date until he is 35.)

I got lucky.  I got a tough kid with a good heart.  The good heart had made all the difference.  Through all of the ups and downs, there was still a sweet, kind, loving boy in there somewhere.  I'm glad he's back and here to stay.