If You Work For A Living, Why Do You Kill Yourself To Work?
So, Pranksters, brace yourself. I have an announcement:
I have, once again, decided to leave the nursing field.
(if any one of you is surprised, you should probably take off your sweat pants – there will be no leg humping from Your Aunt Becky).
Okay, so that’s not entirely true (the leg humping bit maybe a little), but it became entirely obvious to me during my stint at both Not-Chicago and Almost-Chicago that being the Director of Nursing isn’t really what it’s cracked up to be. Between the 24/7 calls and the management politics, I remember why I chose not to pursue my nursing career.
So it’s time for something entirely different.
Okay, it’s not really any different than the work I do for The Band Back Together Project, which is my non-profit organization dedicated to reducing the stigma of mental illness and traumas while providing educational resources to help people learn and heal /end elevator speech. Oh, and if you want to write for us, we’re ALWAYS looking for writers and volunteers (email bandbacktogether@gmail.com if’n you want to volunteer), but that’s a totally different story.
(sidebar: I love what I do for The Band. Always have. In the same way I love other non-profit organizations, like SoapBoxSoaps, which is a nifty non-profit that does almost nothing like what we do.)
With the help of my team, we’ve created nearly 600 resource pages, which has, for the first time in my life, become a plus. See, Pranksters, I’ve taken a job IN Chicago working for a massive healthcare conglomerate* to do exactly what I’ve been doing for nearly four years: write medical research. This will allow me to continue to blog and do my own thing on my own time, which makes me almost as happy in the pants as a stick of butter.
I’ll be working full-time as a writer.
In Chicago.
I start September 2.
*gulp*
*which, when you put those words together, sounds like a particularly nasty case of crotch cooties, which I can almost assure you is not the case. Almost.
That sounds like a perfect new gig for you. Yay! 🙂
I sure hope so! I’m having those creepy college dreams where I’ve forgotten to sign up for school and they’re not issuing me my diploma and stuffs.
Sweet! Congratulations.
Thank you! I heart you hard.
OMGAH! Awesome-sauce. So excited for you! Whoop whoop!
YAY! FIST BUMP!
AWESOME!! I hope that this fulfills you in ways that nursing couldn’t! It’s so important to love, if not the very least like, what you do for a living!!
I’m most interested in being able to live my life again!
What wonderful news! I’m so happy for you, AB! You know, I’ve been thinking about doing something similar for a second job – I met someone who is successfully doing social media marketing for a bunch of small businesses, and I have 10 years of experience in advertising. Why not see if I can get something going? You’re inspiring. 🙂
congrats for following your heart! good luck – you’ll be great 🙂
Congrats, lady! You are going to be so awesome, they probably won’t even make you wear pants to work.
Sounds great. Congratulations!!
There ya go! Writing, medical field – sounds perfect! If you can do it from home without pants, even better! 🙂 Keep going girl!! ?
Congratulations! I’m jealous. Part of me is secretly hoping to get fired from my “real” job so I will have an excuse to give this whole writing thing a shot. Actually, if I don’t stop doing my “pretend” job when I’m supposed be doing my “real” job, I just might get fired, so not that much of a stretch. Good luck to you!
CONGRATULATIONS!! If you find yourself in the vicinity of a local bowling alley on a Saturday night any time soon, stop in and I’ll buy you a celebratory drink!
Congratulations! That sounds right up your alley!
Congrats! I looooove Chicago!
Hey, I’ve written for The Band and I think it is a super cool thing. Congrats on your new job!
YESSSSSSSSS! And: so jealous.
Yay AB! Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
Congrats!
Wah-hoo! Good for you, Becky! I’m sure you’ll rock your new paying gig. And I know it will feel good to do what you love. <3
stupid question: are crotch cooties related to crotch parasites?
That’s awesome! Congrats!
YAY! How perfect! So excited for you!
Congrats!! That is super super awesome!
HEY – I needed to see this today, having just quit my power job due to mental illness, trauma, and some other BAD STUFF. You are my inspiration, even though I have not been commenting lately. As a reward for spreading happy in the pants, I will sent you something BIG for BBT. You rock. Don’t gulp so much you get gas . . .
Woot Woot! I’m super happy in the pants that you’re getting some smiles and other various good shit!
Coming out of lurkerville to say.. CONGRATS!!!
You will own this shit. Congratulations!
I *JUST NOW* saw this, but this is like it’s PERFECTLY made for you!
I love you darling!
Congratulations…and I too, am so jealous. If we all could just do jobs we love, we would be a much happier nation…LOL! I hope you have a blast!!
So, I’ve been away for a while (stupid real life bullshit), but came back and was wandering through and saw this…and I hope it’s still going well for you!
And as far as “crotch cooties” go, I continue to believe that they should be renamed “genitaliens”. much more evocative.
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