I have once again embraced unemployment. The first one was mandatory and scary as fuck. I envy those who knew exactly what to do after college - grad school, law school, or the lucky ones who get headhunted even before taking their college final.
Me? I wanted to do a lot of things. Top of the list was being a journalist. Environmental NGO was second. But, witholding forces, otherwise known as Mom, plus plus other factors including fate and surgery, I landed on a marketing post in an events agency owned by an alumnus.
It was fun and interesting. Hell, anything is fun and interesting the first time. But before I knew it, four years went by and I’m still going at it. I contemplated quitting from time to time but I never acted on it because sometimes I’m chicken like that. In a last ditch effort to finally muster the cojones to quit a what has become the routinary daily grind and risk upsetting the most wonderful bosses in the planet, I included quitting my job in my “Silver List" aka “25 Things for the 25th Year." The list made it easier to the chicken in me. And so I finally did and penned it The Great Escape. Full credit goes to the cojones. A big round of the applause is very much appreciated.
In a week or so, I’ll be with an FMCG company doing some marketing and brand stuff. (Again, not journalism or NGO as originally planned but going as planned was never my strongest suit so yeah, no surprise there.)
So here I am, ladies and gentlemen, officially unemployed. But unlike the first time, it feels liberating. I could kiss and have sex with my cojones right now if only they’re physically present or if it’s actually doable. 🙌
In honor of my physically-nonexistent but figuratively-amazeballs cojones, the next posts will be mostly about how awesome this week will go.
Longest weekend EVER! Besos! 💋🍻
