A New Job! A New Job! A New Job!

The point of this post is to tell you some exciting news … at the beginning of January, I started a new job as a medical writer/researcher for a small nonprofit … but before I get to that, let’s entertain a little stream of consciousness, shall we?

Yawn.

It’s been almost a year since we moved to NoVa and been living at BD. This year has been an interesting one. I could write a whole post—maybe even 4-5 posts—about our first year at BD; every day is an adventure here. But what I want to address in today’s post is more about my journey this year in terms of how I make my money.

For about the fourth time this year, I’ve transitioned into a new “job.” I’ve worn multiple hats this year. I spent six months at a health writing company where I successfully failed (see previous lament on this). In fact, it was a year ago today that I started that job. The next six months from August on were spent hoarding cats, cleaning toilets at BD, washing dishes at catering jobs, driving hikers to and fro and occasionally writing something for pay. My resume has become very eclectic and I was content enough.

I still yearned to be a “medical writer,” a role I stepped into in 2002 and loved dearly. Well, anyone who has done a job search in the last 5 years or so knows the task is depressing. I really wanted a part-time, work-from-home gig, cause you know, beggars CAN be choosers.

Well, guess what? Back in July, while searching the WANT ADS (remember those??) in our small town newspaper, I found a part-time, work-from-home writer/researcher job. At the request of the employer, I sealed and mailed (remember that??) my resume, then just about forgot about it because it really was too good to be true. Snail mail must take awhile, so 5 months later, I got called for an interview and was offered the job on the spot!!

I’ve waited a month to tell the blog world because I didn’t want to be too excited about it; I remember being this excited one year ago today actually and well, look at the outcome of that lovely adventure.

But, after a month at this new job, I can happily say, I love it. My new boss has told I am smart. She makes me feel like I have something to bring to the table. My talents are valued, appreciated and utilized. My self-worth has skyrocketed and I have already grown professionally in just one month.

And I while I will still pick up the toilet bowel brush and dish rag every so often, I am happy to report the title of medical writer in that mix.