Funk
I have been in a bit of a funk for a close to a week now. It’s partly the “on going unemployment funk” which was not improved by the “lousy interview funk”.
I am trying to alleviate both by throwing myself into volunteering more at Toronto Hospice. Tracy - the Volunteers Coordinator at Toronto Hospice - is my Hero. We sat down for coffee last week and discussed what my career goals were and where I would like to work. She came up with four contacts that she is going to try to get a hold of for me. She is also going to try to get me to do relevant work around the office that will add to my resume.
Tracy is my Hero.
The good news is that after a conversation I just had with my father the “I’m worried about my dad” Funk has been mostly lifted.
My father is 64. Unlike just about every one I know, I actually get along with my father. He and my stepmother have just recently closed a very successful business. They realized that the nature of the business was changing rapidly and rather than getting forced out, they decided they would close down on their own terms. My dad wanted to take a part time job. He was offered a full time position with one of his major clients and he took it. After about a month he called it quits. I was really worried about him. Like me, a lot of his sense of self worth is wrapped in his job, and with closing his business and leaving his new job I was sure he was going to be in the dumps. He has complained a lot lately about being “down”. Certainly with all of the major life changes that have been going on for him that is understandable.
I got off the phone with him just an hour ago. He’s very happy that he left the job and he has decided to get his pilots licence before he tries to find another job. He seems quite chipper.
Way to go dad.
As for me, I should practice some anti funkification and go out for a run.
I am trying to alleviate both by throwing myself into volunteering more at Toronto Hospice. Tracy - the Volunteers Coordinator at Toronto Hospice - is my Hero. We sat down for coffee last week and discussed what my career goals were and where I would like to work. She came up with four contacts that she is going to try to get a hold of for me. She is also going to try to get me to do relevant work around the office that will add to my resume.
Tracy is my Hero.
The good news is that after a conversation I just had with my father the “I’m worried about my dad” Funk has been mostly lifted.
My father is 64. Unlike just about every one I know, I actually get along with my father. He and my stepmother have just recently closed a very successful business. They realized that the nature of the business was changing rapidly and rather than getting forced out, they decided they would close down on their own terms. My dad wanted to take a part time job. He was offered a full time position with one of his major clients and he took it. After about a month he called it quits. I was really worried about him. Like me, a lot of his sense of self worth is wrapped in his job, and with closing his business and leaving his new job I was sure he was going to be in the dumps. He has complained a lot lately about being “down”. Certainly with all of the major life changes that have been going on for him that is understandable.
I got off the phone with him just an hour ago. He’s very happy that he left the job and he has decided to get his pilots licence before he tries to find another job. He seems quite chipper.
Way to go dad.
As for me, I should practice some anti funkification and go out for a run.
posted by veronica at 11:49 AM
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