I guess you could say I was on vacation last week, except that usually one does fun things on vacation. Going to job interviews and stressing about it is not a vacation. But the good news is that I got the job I interviewed for and I am leaving the legal world (hopefully forever)! What is this magical job, you ask? I am going to be the manager of my local Bikram yoga studio, the same yoga I rambled on about a few mondays ago. So I’m thrilled. I feel like I won the lottery.
I think I first realized that I really needed to get a new job was one bleak January night when this Monster.com commercial made me cry.
You can see it here in case the embedding breaks. The first time I saw it, it made me laugh, but every repeat viewing made it more and more poignant to me until a tear actually rolled down my face. This is notable because I very rarely cry for movies or other external reasons.
I think it’s a combination of the idea that there could be an entire community of people who felt so miserable and trapped in their jobs that they would band together and take up arms against it, and that hint of fantasy, of possibility that they could succeed somehow, that there could be a day when Monday would be no more. Flashes of the end of Fight Club, “…tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.”
And it’s not just a fantasy. The reality is that most of us dread the alarm, dread another day spent doing things that make us feel hollow inside.
And so inspired, I decided to find a job that I loved so much I would never have to work again. And amazingly, I may have found it.
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