In college, I could sit in my office studying, reading, plowing through stacks of work. At my job, I was a master-multitasker, floating from meeting to meeting, team to team, task to task. I took notes; I prioritized; I followed up; I did the legwork; I got it done.
When did my brain turn to linguine? I know it's just a temporary linguine, but I feel like I'm a lot of loose strands that don't exactly go anywhere.
When I first got the layoff, I immediately hit Monster and other job sites. I searched, I even started applying. I barely had a resume; I had no portfolio, no samples in conveniently packaged pdf form, no website. So now I'm backing up, breathing deep and laying the groundwork for my future potential jobs. All that angst (which I thought was driving me to action) was all for naught.
Not that that idle angst has left me. Even now, I check email, then go to LinkedIn, then I remember I said I'd send someone my resume, then tweak my resume for the 8th time, then I go to Commarts to change my online resume to match the tweaks, then I scan something because I "need to get going" on my portfolio, then I decide whether the thing is worth scanning or whether I should try to get the actual file from an old friend, then my 5-year-old knocks on the door to ask me for a snack, then I go back to my email to make sure I didn't forget anything ELSE from yesterday (damn this linguine brain!) then I remember I need to check on the deadline for my 401K rollover and isn't the Visa bill due today and and and
...and it's an hour later. And I didn't send my resume. And the item didn't get scanned. And my 5-year-old is still hungry.
I feel like I'm walking up an icy hill encased in Jello.
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