Thursday, October 3, 2013

The 10-10-10 Rule

This is why I call my parents in a time of distress:

I've been trying to get some temp work here, but it's been hard because if you're not available to answer the phone the second someone calls, the job is lost to the next eager worker. Finally, this afternoon, I was able to answer the phone and agreed to do a four-day job stretching from Friday to Monday.

And yes, after a few weeks of terrible weather (including a five-day stretch of rain that killed thousands of swallows), Friday to Sunday were supposed to bring nothing but sunshine and 70 degree weather. More than likely, this would have been the final weekend--or any day, really--of nice weather until next May. BUT, I was willing to sacrifice that for a few days of work and an extra $300 or so in cash.

That $300 in cash was particularly tempting because I'm looking at a house tonight that, if I like it, I would likely have to pay rent on for two weeks while simultaneously paying rent in my current house. That temp money would have taken care of that and made me feel better about the whole situation.

But...

Not fifteen minutes after I agreed to this job, I get a phone call asking me back for a second interview for a "real" job that I'd actually like to have and that would be permanent (and in my field!). Naturally, I had to say yes and henceforth call the temp agency and tell this lovely girl who's been trying to help me get work that I have to bail on the job. I feel bad and really could have used the money, but if this means I'm one step closer to getting a real job, then I'll make that sacrifice.

So what do I do the second all of this happens? I call mom, who informed me about the 10-10-10 Rule. Will it matter in ten minutes? Ten days? Ten years?

So, I asked myself "Will this $300 matter in ten minutes, ten days, or ten years?" Luckily for me, the answer is no.

Still counting myself lucky on a daily basis...

If My Life Were A Puzzle...

You know how when you start putting together a puzzle and you sort out all the end pieces, find the four corner pieces and slowly, bit by bit, start finding a match here, a match there... After a little time and effort you get all the edge pieces in place, but on the inside you just have little clumps of the puzzle put together and still a lot of solitary pieces floating around by themselves?

That's how my life feels right now. My edges are in place--by age 30 I know pretty well who I am, what I like, what gives me meaning in my life and all that existential stuff. I've got bits of my life sorted (i.e., the clumps of the puzzle that are in place)--I am living in the city where I want to live, I have some great friends here and in Eugene, I have my family nearby for the first time in seven years, I have my education and know the field in which I want to dedicate my professional life, I have a little bit of savings, a car and a cat... Yet, there are still so many of those little pieces floating around for which I have yet to find a matching piece (or four)...

I don't have a long-term residence in this beautiful city where I want to live I don't have a job in the field that I want to dedicate my professional life to. I don't even know what my dream job in that field is! I'm still learning the ropes of living in Portland and how I can best thrive here...

But, slowly, I am trying my hardest right now to get those pieces of the puzzle put together. I'm smack in the middle of it all--on the verge of a new house, on the verge of a new job, starting a new phase of my life...

Yup. If my life were a puzzle, it'd be anywhere but finished. Then again, I'm not sure I'd ever want it to be completely finished because what's the fun in that? No more room for change, or growth... I guess I'll see what I can do to make sure that last piece doesn't fall into place until my death. Then I'll know it was a good life.