I wrote most of Fandom here a couple, three years ago––my last freelance job in publishing.
Looking back at posts from two years ago, I remembered what a slump I'd been in after I'd finished editing that book––a slump that led me to volunteering at the thrift store, where I got hired as Custodian of Book's one year ago.
It was helpful to be reminded of how low I'd been––I'd kind of forgotten.
Some of that was the usual post-partum depression I feel after wrapping up a huge project. This time though, I didn't want another freelance publishing project but had no idea what I did want. Worse, fifteen years of freelancing (even with occasional workplace jobs) had left me isolated, socially dehydrated...
Annoyed as I am with this workplace, I've definitely been rehydrated by the book's and the people. Mild annoyance can even be activating, and my annoyance is mostly mild––of the "we could be doing So Much Better" variety, not the THIS IS A DISASTER kind.
I've never actually wept in frustration, like I did when I was without support, leading activities for people with dementia.
I like myself in this job.
That's a huge thing to be able to say!
I can imagine staying, happily, if annoyed, for the long haul.
Trying to wrangle more hours, last week I wrote a proposal to sell stuff online for the store on consignment. When I finished, I got a bad feeling about it, and I didn't submit it.
Part-time is more emotionally sustainable.
So, my plan is to keep on looking around, keep putting out feelers for other very–part-time work.
I checked the nonprofit job board this morning––encouraging, if a bit shocking, to see that other jobs pay several dollars more per hour. Nothing I want to apply for today, but I'm not in a hurry.
This is a good place to be.
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