If you read my post “Meet Cron-Zilla,” you know that I’m considering turning in my resignation at the end of this semester. (I teach middle school). No, I don’t think I can hold out until next summer.
So I’m evaluating my employment, or soon-to-be unemployment, situation (without benefits), and considering my options. Oddly, the things that come immediately to mind revolve around children – tutoring or having day care in my home. Neither appeals to me because I seriously need a break from other people’s children. My loves are the Internet, research and web design, digital art, and just art in general. My skills are better than the average person, but they all are self-taught, which few, if any, employers respect. They want to see that some other company took a chance on you first.
I can put up a decent website. I have several. Whenever I get some free time, I’ll delve into SEO and drum up more activity. My current job doesn’t allow me to have free time to indulge my passions, which I resent with a passion. I’m thinking maybe I could market myself as a small-time web site installer-type person. Or I could offer lessons on using the computer. That’s not so far fetched where I live. So many people are still quite ignorant about the computer. Some even brag about ‘knowing nut-in ’bout no ‘puters.’ (I wonder how they manage to pump gas). Anyway, it would take a while to build either of those to a point where I might be able to buy food, but I have to give it a try.
The current economy is so bleak. So many people are out of work. And trust me, it causes me some concern that I’m willing to walk away from a paying profession while so many are in dior straits. It almost seems disrespectful to their plight, and to them I apologize, but I gots to go.
Years ago, during Reagon’s administration, the economy tanked. Millions were out of work. Thousands, with children in tow, were homeless. I was younger, braver, and un-knowing back then. I traveled clear across the country with two kids on my hip, no job in sight, and did ok for us. I must remember that resolve and strive to do the same again. This time it’s only me. Surely, I have in me what it takes to rise above the fray.
Don’t I?
