The Next Best Thing
March 31st 2009 12:46 pm
Just now, without thinking, I applied for a “communications writer” position at Walt Disney. About halfway through the application process—right about the time I was supposed to attach my cover letter—I realized how ridiculous I was being. I already teach two writing classes, critique more than 100 resumes per week, run my nonprofit Blue Faery (an unpaid position), and I really want (and need) to start writing the second draft of my 450-page memoir.
I don’t have time for another job without giving up something, but I am always looking for the Next Best Thing (NBT). Some people might assume my odd behavior is just an overreaction after six months of unemployment, but no, unfortunately, I have always acted this way. I used to read the Sunday classified ads every week, now I read Craig’s List every day. I used to cut out and tape the classified ads (often the size of my thumb) on sheets of paper in my legal pad, now I print out the Craig’s List ads and store them in my folder. In many ways, the Internet has made me even more of a job junkie because I have alerts on Monster, CareerBuilder, Mediabistro, and countless academic websites. However, I value this technology because I have gotten four out of my five last jobs through job alerts on the Web.
I’ll admit part of my search for the NBT is about money. I’m scared—I barely make enough to pay my bills, and soon my student loans will kick in, making my financial obligations more substantial. The only time I stopped looking for a job was when I was making more money than I needed, but unfortunately, I was terribly unhappy and left that position after only six months. Being numb for two hours every night when I returned home from work wasn’t worth not worrying about the bills.
Anyway, this NBT behavior can be traced back to my mother who was never satisfied in any job she ever had even though she made a decent living as an RN in Birmingham, Alabama. My mother always thought the hospital across town would have nicer doctors, friendlier nurses, more flexible hours, etc. As she job-hopped, we moved a lot—four times in five years. Ironically, the only time my mother had a “normal” job (i.e., not the graveyard shift) as a supervisor at a prestigious nursing home, she was bored. She hated working the same hours as everyone else. She complained that her salary was too low, she had to shop when the stores were busy, and she didn’t like driving in traffic. Never mind that she was keeping the same schedule as her children, mother quit in search of the Next Best Thing.
I pressed the “Submit” button on the Disney application, but I didn’t bother to write the cover letter because my time is too valuable. I don’t really want nor need the job. I allowed fear to cloud my judgment. As long as I have food, shelter, and clothing and I can pay the necessary bills (e.g., utilities, phone), I will be fine. As for my other debt, I’ll figure it out; I always do.
I need to stop looking for the Next Best Thing; I’ve already found it. 
AWW — XoXo
