Getting a Real Job
That time is finally approaching. My daughter is going to start preschool in August, thus rendering the hours of 9a.m. to 2p.m. of each weekday completely meaningless. The only natural solution, of course, is for me to get a real job.
The thing is, I have a real job. The pay is pretty good, lots of gratitude, hugs, kisses and the more than occasional bouquet of flowers. The downside is that I can't deposit those thank you's in my bank account and head to the mall to buy that cream colored Coach bag that I've been eyeing for the last six months.
Mr. Faiqa (lol) has decided that he's not ready to play Daddy to kiddie number two just yet, so continuing on the current path of managing a baby is out of the question for now, at least. Between the need to fill up my days while N. is at school and wanting to buy a three hundred dollar bag without sacrificing two weeks worth of groceries, the only option seems to be to enter the exciting world of employment.
First, I'm just kind of terrified of the process of figuring out what I'm going to do, exactly. I want to do something meaningful. Primary motivation, I'm not going to insult you by lying, is definitely money. Still, I figure if I'm going to divert a portion of my energies away from the care of my family, I would like it to benefit someone in an important way.
Because the truth is, when you're a mom, and I guess that this applies to dads, too, a job siphons off some of the creativity, energy and liveliness that you might otherwise focus upon coming up with cool ideas like building a log cabin out of carrot sticks with a ranch dressing lake as a snack for your two year old or maintaining the household tradition of daddy never ironing his own clothes. Yes, ladies, I'm not sure that T. even knows how to turn on the iron much less use it.
So, that's one level of inner resistance that I'm developing to getting a job for which I am monetarily compensated. Second level of resistance comes from the fact that I really, really like my life. I've established enough structure and order that I can reasonably anticipate what is going to happen next. A job outside of my home is going to compromise that completely and totally. I have no idea how I am going to react as a person to having two, make that three jobs. (Wife, Mom and Whatever I Decide to Do).
A realization washes over me at this very moment. Order and structure are not really the natural state of things, though. Life and the universe are inherently chaotic, aren't they? Anyone who has lived in Florida during hurricane season can tell you that. We were supposed to get, like, twenty hurricanes last year and I think we only got one. The point is, life really is a box of chocolates and you never do know what you're going to get.
posted by Faiqa at
5/31/2008 02:32:00 AM
7 Comments:
lol... well my career oriented, business minded self went down the toilet as soon as I saw my son. The thing is I want to spend the time raising my son, teaching him and get paid in hugs, kisses and love much like u did. Getting a job at this point doesn't feel right. Anywho, Ibraheem sends his love to u all! and he misses his apa!
Wow another great blog, personally I look up to all the women that can balance work, home, kids and ect. Good luck with what ever you choose to do.
so where is the iron kept in our house anyway? is it upstairs? all i know is that there is a "laundry and iron" fairy (she's really cute too) who magically puts all my clothes where they belong. It is both a blessing and a curse to be in a position in which you can choose to begin a career in any field you desire. You have the opportunity to do good and do well. Most of us would have to make great deal of sacrifices before we could have such an opportunity. Make us proud!
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While Faiqa has been jetting off to Canada on Mr. Faiqa's "moolah," poor little karmy has been working hard here at the pig-farm trying to pay off Faiqa's big government tax bill. In between hog sloppin' and eatin' pig jowels, karmy took the opportunity to eDjaMaCaTe himself about Uncle Dubya's war. Seems that the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS) upheld Dubya's authority to conduct that war. In Hamdi v. Rumsfeld, 124 S. Ct. 2633, the SCOTUS held 1. that the U.S. is engaged in an armed conflict; 2. that captured enemy combatants can be detained without criminal trial during these hostilities; and 3. that they may be punished by military tribunals, rather than civilian courts. In short, Dubya's antiterror policies have been vindicated by the SCOTUS. More later, ... karmy.
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Karmy, in the interest of fairness, I've left one of your three comments and deleted the other two. The comments chosen for deletion were random. The thing is, your comments are very welcome, but this isn't a political blog. So, if I write on a political topic, great, go for it, but blog etiquette demands that your comments have something to do in general with what I have recently posted on *my* blog. I would think that a rampant conservative such as yourself would have a deep love for rules and order.
I think you should start your OWN blog, and you know what, it is my solemn *promise* to you that even though I pretty much disagree with everything you have to say, I will post a link to your blog on my blog, entitled, "An Entirely Different View." Please take up the challenge, I promise to be a regular reader. :) In the meantime, all comments on this blog will now be moderated prior to posting. You all can thank karmy for turning me into "big brother."
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