Dear Jealousy,
Fuck off. Fuck off fuck offfff.
Warm regards,
Nora.
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The issue is this: one of my close friends left Chicago the same weekend I did. We worked at the same company; she wanted to get into editorial and I wanted to get into comic books, editorial or marketing. In sunny, fresh-produce-filled LA, she got a job immediately with a very large US manga publisher, in a position that was quickly upgraded from temporary coolee labour to marketing manager; now she's considering business school. In stinky dumb Boston I got a job 5 1/2 months after my move with a monolithic Big Corporate Employer in a position that was a definite downgrade from my prior position and in which I now feel what can dramatically be described as "despair" on an inordinate number of days each week.
I know that my unhappiness has nothing to do with her happiness, but damn. It's tough when your dreams come true for others. I am actively looking for an in-company transfer, hopefully to sales or product info. Did not anticipate the dire need to tranfer within 6 months of hire, but that's what happens when kickass women with oodles of job experience settle for entry-level jobs that are beneath them because they let their FEAR (...is the mind killer) and their LACK OF IMAGINATION get the better of them.
My motivational poster would say "Setting your sights on certainty guarantees mediocrety." Lesson learned.
This always makes me feel better...
