As some of you may have already surmised, I am currently unemployed and have been for the past year. This has been both a blessing and a curse. For you see, dear readers, I’m getting to the point in this little home bound journey that a lack of fundage is beginning to take its toll and just a smidge of boredom is setting in. Now, that’s not to say that I don’t keep busy here in the cabin, because believe me, any of you that have played the happy housewife or Mr. Mom can definitely attest to all that goes into keeping your household running. And God knows Mountain Man sufficiently takes care of us around here. However, a longing for co-workers, office banter, and a paycheck to help out with household expenses also factor into this latest development in my head.
I’ve been actively seeking a job now for a couple of weeks, but this morning it occurred to me that perhaps I have the best job in the whole wide world.
*A little disclaimer is in order here. I do not wish to offend anyone with what I’m about to write. I have the utmost respect for feminists, the Women’s Lib movement, and all those women who lived through the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s and paved the way for women like me to choose whatever path in life I want. So please don’t put me on your kill list after reading what I’m about to write.
That being said, I wonder if I really do have one of the best jobs in the world. Even though it doesn’t offer a monetary salary, the hours are horrendous, the work is sometimes degrading, and sometimes I just don’t get to see the fruits of my labor. Sometimes, no matter how diligently I toil, things just do not work out the way I hoped they would. But on the days when everything just falls into place and I get to cross off every single item on my to-do list, a sense of accomplishment washes over me and just for a moment, all is right with the world.
No paycheck, no matter how extravagant, could ever top that feeling I get at the end of a productive day. And co-workers and office banter? With my Mountain Man and our little gang, and all the drama that’s woven into our daily lives, (mostly by people outside of our little family unit,) who needs that other stuff?
So, I was thinking, the next time I’m filling out a job application and I’m asked for my current employment status, instead of checking the box for homemaker or housewife, I might just write in Domestic Goddess. I wonder how that’d make me look to potential employers? Do you think they’d find me witty and charming? A breath of fresh air for their company? Or perhaps it’d go completely in the opposite direction and they’d instantly delete or throw away my application because they think me foolish, arrogant, or pompous. Either way, I bet it’d get a chuckle out of some people in HR.
Aaahhhh… If only…
But, alas, I’m not crazy enough to pull a stunt like that, just yet. So, I guess I’ll keep checking the box for homemaker for the time being and I’ll hope that once my potential future employer reads my resume, he or she will be able to see that their company simply cannot operate another day without me.
Until then, I’m gonna keep right on enjoying my blessing/curse of getting to be a Domestic Goddess for as long as I can!