Well, I accepted a job I didn't want. So now I'm clinging to cliches to quell the anxiety.
When I stopped working, I made a mental to-do list to keep myself from wallowing. I was going to:
go with the flow, not stress about the situation (ha!)
be open to possibilities,
cast a wide net,
follow a new adventure.
I wasn't going to narrow my focus on one area. I wasn't going to stay unemployed for long. I was going to finish projects. I was going to volunteer. I was going to plan for the future. (in regard to Kevin's parents and to our own)
Here is why I didn't want it:
It's a government contract job that I literally can't talk about.
It's not in the non-profit world.
It's actually less hours than I want to work.
It's a little further away than I wanted to travel.
Here's why it's a good job:
It's part-time and flexible.
It's in the morning only.
It pays hourly more than I was making. (but the less hours thing makes this a wash)
It's actually only a few minutes from my old work. (but not in a historical building, like I've enjoyed)
It's a group of guys, like five of them.
It's easy for me to do. (theoretically)
Again, in almost a parallel to the Dundler Mifflin job from a few years ago:
They seem unprepared for me.
I'm borrowing a desk and don't have a workstation.
They keep promising that I will be So.Busy.
I don't have a job description or duties list. But I have a title: Project Administrator.
I'm trying to be Open to the Adventure. I must repeat that to myself ten times a day. I'm trying to be grateful.