Last night AW ditched her Drawing for Enjoyment class so that she could boss me around and stuff half my closet into trash bags. It was just what I needed to get going on this whole “packing” thing.
After she left, I sat down with my computer and typed up a proposal, sweaty palms and all. I’d made a lunch date for today with my supervisor yesterday just before she left, but first we had scheduled my annual performance review at 11 this morning. I’m not sure why these things make me nervous… I know that I’m a hard worker, a team player, and I also know that I’m good at what I do. In the past 6 months I’ve revamped all of my tasks in order to go paperless, which has saved me so much time and in turn increased my production. But still, I sweat and smile nervously as she reviews my job description and says things like, “Excellent” and “Very good” and then ends the whole meeting with “14% payraise.” (Ooooooo…. Mama needs a brand new pair of shoes.) This surprised me, as the company is aware that I will be leaving my current position as soon as I find something part-time to supplement the NEW-ISH FABULOUS JOB OPPORTUNITY. (Sshhhhh… I don’t wanna jinx it)
Part time, you say? Piece of cake, right? Well, no. I refuse to take a step down. I will not pour wines behind a tasting room bar on the weekends and I will not wait tables on Tuesday and Thursday nights. Not that there’s anything wrong with either of those, as I’ve done them both and took great pride in doing them well. But a part time job that will challenge me in my current interests and further my (future) career in PR is preferred.
And that brings me back to that proposal I wrote last night. An idea that came to me yesterday just as I was beginning to surrender to the nightmare of returning to a world of recitation of elaborate nightly specials, mise en place, and dessert menus. As Plato says, Necessity is the mother of Invention. I realized at that moment there could be a way for me to stay in the place that I love so much, yet work from home on a part time basis and fill a niche that is so obviously missing. Something that is lacking that I complain about on a weekly basis. And it’s simple, and I have the ability, tools, and the inside track to do it well and WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE?
I was buzzing with the excitement of this idea all afternoon yesterday, nervously shifting in my chair at the thought that this HAS to work and that it COULD work. I gave a practice pitch to my sales manager, who seemed excited with the idea. And then last night I wrote out a brief description of duties, as well as an introductory “sales pitch” illustrating the need. I even proposed a timeline for my transition from one position to the next. I emailed it to myself at work with a little “Bon Chance” message, printed out two copies, took my supervisor to lunch in the village, and pitched it to her over greasy tostada salads. The response was favorable, and she sent it to the Big Boss as soon as we returned to the office. DEEP BREATHS!!!
Cross your fingers for me. This could be a very very very good thing.