Lists!

I have been out of work for 10 whole business days and have been keeping a log of everything that I have done. And by that I mean everything productive that I have done not necessarily all my exploits (that's for an anonymous blog later).  After reviewing the numbered, checked and crossed out lists in my little spiral notebook, I've come to a few conclusions I'd like to share (in the form of a list, of course):

1) I'm very good at ignoring the elephant in the room.  Yes, I sold shoes on eBay but hey, I haven't made that appointment with the financial planner about the 401k roll over and life insurance yet. And, no, I haven't confirmed who is coming to Thanksgiving and where everyone is staying even though I'm hosting. Ooops. That wasn't on the list. Crap.


2) I cannot legitimately answer the question, "Is the gym crowded at mid-day?" because I haven't been (except to take the kid to swimming and sign her up for classes) even though it has been  on the list since day 1. I have been walking instead and I've lost a few
pounds -- probably from skipping midtown restaurant lunches and less booze.

3) The first few days with a list in hand are the most productive. All the crossing off feels good at first but as time passes, one can lose focus. There's a definite pattern that can be traced Monday - Friday and then the list is abandoned on weekends entirely. Rewriting a list to exclude the completed tasks makes it seem less impressive. Best to keep adding to the original.

4) I can tell the lazy days by the stretching I did on the "completed" list. Did I really need to write down that I walked the dog twice? Oh, and groceries -- it's a daily occurrence. "Called to make an appointment" isn't the same as actually making an appointment and getting to it but hey, I called, didn't I? Moved the car shouldn't even be on there, right?

5) I might have a touch of OCD.


Rather than focusing on what I haven't done though, I think it's time to look at the more important crossed out items. What I have accomplished so far and how it is setting me up for the next few weeks:

-Three versions of my resume updated and ready to go.
-Several cover letters that can be customized easily.
-150 new LinkedIn connections. 
-3 professional groups joined.
-Two head hunters on board.
-Temp agency contacted.
-I'm in Google's career database.
-Career transition service contacted/forms filled out.
-Seven jobs applied for online.

Hmmm, that seems like a lot for only day 2 of my legitimate job search week. I think I will go to the gym -- something else to cross off the list.

FIREBOMB THE WHOLE THING AND BE DONE WITH IT

My husband will freely attest to the fact that it drives me crazy to look around my house and see that THERE ISN'T A SINGLE FLAT SURFACE WITHOUT SOMETHING 
ON IT!

When I woke up that first day of being jobless the plan was to make a list and stick to it. I've made progress but not as much as I would like. One of the major tickets on my agenda is to de-clutter. Now, there's a lot of clutter around here. The bigger the apartment, the more crap one accumulates.  We've got about 2,000 square feet over two floors plus a basement so I was already behind the 8-ball on the whole clutter issue. Not to mention, I have a 9-year old who brings home anything she finds on the street, uses all her money to buy more toys and never wants to get rid of anything (blog on bad parenting to follow). And on top of that, I've just added 4 large moving boxes, 21 framed objets, a box of posters, an archival print and a plant stand that had previously resided in my office.

The plan with the clutter is to get rid of it all, including memorabilia, gold/platinum records, collectible gifts, awards programs, books and all the other stuff I brought home. That's right -- I am cold! I will suffer no emotional attachment to things! They are just things.  I must be clinical in my actions and follow a strict rule of thumb:  If I haven't used it in two years, if my daughter outgrew it or doesn't play with it, if it came from my office and I don't have a place for it at home, if it's broken, if I find something in a shelf or drawer that I didn't even know was there -- it's going!

There are several options for getting rid of stuff with perceived value in my neck of the woods. 1) eBay; 2) stoop sale (Brooklyn equivalent of a yard or garage sale); 3) give it to friends;  4) consignment store; 5) charity and if none of that works then leave it on the street on trash night and it will either be taken within a couple of hours or end up being thrown in the back of the truck by New York's Strongest.

The problem with de-cluttering is that the socially conscious and fiscally responsible methods (i.e. getting a little ROI) of disposing of your stuff are very time-consuming and frankly, annoying.

Trying to be charitable, I carried the two very heavy bags of clothing to the car, sat in 1/2 hour of traffic, parked the car, carried the bags another block to Goodwill and found they weren't open yet. I had to wait 20 minutes past their scheduled opening time for someone to accept my donation and give me a blank receipt for tax purposes. If they'd had a donation bin, I would have forgone the receipt anyway.

I sold two pair of shoes on eBay -- luckily to the same big-footed woman -- and as I was shipping them in a free Priority Mail box, for a flat rate and patting myself on the back for beating the line at the post office, the clerk mentioned that I needed to fill out a customs form so I had to leave the line, fill out the form, decide how I should list the items (gift? merchandise?), put a value on them, decide to insure or not and then return to the evil stares of the people at the front of the line who obviously thought I was queue jumping. Who knew shipping to an APO required a customs form? All that for $40? REALLY.

I used to joke that when my mother died, I'd firebomb her trailer rather than having to sort and get rid of all her stuff. Kind of like "What's Eating Gilbert Grape?" except my mom is really skinny and wants to be buried not burned -- also, my brother is no Johnny Depp.   Now I find I need to sort my own stuff, and my kid's stuff and my husband's stuff and dispose of it properly.

After wheeling my red old lady cart down to the Red Hook post office today to mail a 20.8 pound set of Time-Life books to a guy in Beaufort, SC for the measly amount of $20, I'm re-thinking the whole concept of "responsible disposition" of my stuff. Trash night is tonight but... I'm going out for drinks with a friend and don't want to get all sweaty dragging junk to the curb before we hit the bar.

Looks like there's going to be a good stoop sale on Henry Street next weekend. Just sayin'

Foxy Lady!

When I was a teenager, one of my best friends had a black cap-sleeved t-shirt with a glitter transfer that said Foxy Lady in a very sort of 70s style script.  I have a photo of her on Harford Road wearing that shirt, possibly sporting a perm, with a really sassy look on her face. Some day I'll dig it out and scan it so her kids can enjoy it as much as I do. Even though we were 15-year old Catholic school girls, we knew that our non-uniform clothes made a statement. If she wore a Foxy Lady t-shirt then she was definitely a foxy lady (even though we didn't get the musical reference at the time). Her clothes just yelled it for the world and the 15-year old boys who didn't know a good thing when they saw it.  As a tall fat awkward teenager, I was never one who wore the attention getting clothes. My black glitter transfer shirt said, "Nature's way of saying hi" and featured a pot leaf (we didn't get that reference at the time either).

About 30 years later, so just a couple of years ago, I lost a lot of weight. On the way down the scale, I started trying to dress more fashionably, wear make-up regularly and hopefully have a look that represented how I felt inside -- f'ing great and getting better! No more mom jeans with baggy shirts, sweaters and New Balance sneakers! Time to get fashionable.  There were a few mistakes -- leggings (!?!?) a colleague said were "worse than sporting camel toe," a body hugging orange dress (not THAT bad) and a few others -- but mostly, I was developing a style that was modern and youthful without being too trendy or young (and yes, I cribbed that from a friend who is a professional stylist) and it worked for the music industry and advertising and my status in the office and outside. I invested in good pieces (on sale), designer names (on sale), a fashionable coat (on sale), boots (full retail) and Spanx and wore them well.

When I would walk to work from the subway wearing one of my put together just right outfits, I sometimes felt like strutting. God! It felt good to be dressed well and know that I looked good.  Walking down 56th Street every morning with music blasting through my ear buds, sunglasses on I often felt about 7' tall. And, I'm not above mentioning that on some days I turned heads. Not bad for an old plus-sized broad, I thought!

Even after the hammer came down and I knew the date of my last strut to work, I continued to dress the part. I think it helped me through the last few emotional weeks at work. I held my head high and wore my dresses cut low. And, when that gentleman ran up the street to catch me, fell into step and said I was beautiful and he had to talk to me and asked if he could take me to dinner, it definitely kept me going a few more days. I even said to him, "I guess you liked the swing of my skirt." A few nights later I was out with friends after one of my last days of work. When a 30'ish personal trainer tried to pick me up (a funny story best reserved for another post) I mentally thanked Michael Kors for that fantastic snake-print pencil skirt and Steve Madden for the perfect boots that gave me the confidence to look big-dumb-drunk-but-very-handsome guy squarely in his baby blues and turn him down*.

Now I've been out of work for a full week. I haven't put on a dress or a skirt. I've worn jeans and Allstars and unironic t-shirts and only put on make-up a couple of days. It's nice to take a break from always being "on" but I don't want this to be the start of a slide into sloppy Mommy oblivion. That might lead to depression and....God forbid... Land's End!  I just need a little time to figure it out. Get comfortable with this interim life and then when the time is right, I'll break out the Calvin Klein geometric print shift dress, knee high black boots, slap on thick eyeliner and frosty pink lipstick and hopefully feel like my old friend, the Foxy Lady, again.

* This is not actually how I turned him down but the effect was the same.

Day 3 - Reality Sets In

Monday didn't count -- it was a holiday for my old company and the kid was off of school.
So, that makes today, Thursday, day three of my first unemployed stint since 1988.  It's not getting easier yet. A few observations:

1) Deciding to drop off the charity items at the exact time they open is not the best idea. Apparently, there's a bit of leeway as far as opening times at not-for-profit retail. So I stood there for almost 15 minutes, waiting for someone to show up and hand me a blank receipt. Seriously -- they could just do a tear away and mount it outside the door.
2) Shopping or returning items at Macy's at seriously off peak hours is the way to go. Why did I not just save up all my shopping for 10am on a Thursday morning? Well, I was working before but I commend the usually slacker disinterested Macy's staff at Fulton Mall for actually being helpful and ..dare I say it...quick!
3) If you're not back at exactly the end time of opposite sides, you will not get a parking spot directly in front of your house. I moved the car at 9:28 and returned at 11:07, only 7 minutes after the time limit. I did get a spot a couple of doors up, on the same side of the street. I blame the slow women at Macy's !  (ha!) It was Good Will's fault.
4) Getting your "personal effects" delivered from your former company can drive you out of the house (emotionally) with the dog for a quick walk, ending in lunchtime drinking, flagging a friend on the street to join you and rushing home after to do the other things you were meant to do today. Ooops, and there's still the shopping.
5) It's a bad sign when you start posting pictures on Facebook of the dog and beer at 2pm on a Thursday.
6) Cinnamon has no place in beer. There, I said it. F' the pumpkin ale. I want beer, not apple pie.

Whoa...I need a job.

Not really unemployed

After 23 years, 9 months and 24 1/2 days working for the same company, my career in the music industry ended last Friday. That's not really true -- I haven't felt as if I were in the music industry for a few years. It just doesn't exist the way it did and I'm lucky to have had as good and long a ride as I did.  God! We had so much fun.

So this ending of careers thing -- It wasn't entirely by choice but at the same time, I'd been stagnant for a while and definitely not happy.  Although I didn't have any say in the timing, I did actually set the ball in motion by outlining exactly the plan that the higher ups implemented so that I could have a somewhat graceful exit and they could re-configure the staffing model.

I moved to New York 25 years ago today. I was unemployed then. I am unemployed now. But now, I'm not really "unemployed" -- I'm just not paid for being more employed than I have been in ages. I made a list of what I needed to do in the next two weeks before I buckle down and begin my job search in earnest and that list just keeps getting longer. From making doctors' appointments to buying a new sofa to changing my phone plan and insurance carrier to regular household chores... it does seem never ending...but, I'm glad for the opportunity to finally get at the list.

25 years of working full time means that you never find the time to de-clutter. I need to clean house literally and figuratively. Do I need that antique 3-piece stag handled carving set my mother sent me for Christmas 2 years ago? Nope... it's going on eBay.  Do I need the friend who was only available for lunch when it was on the expense account? Probably not. Do I need to figure out what my next move is? Yes, but there's so much to consider and so many potential directions:

1) Stand up comedy -- It's hard and I wonder if I have the ambition and stamina to try it again after so many years.  I may not be as funny as I was and I'm definitely a bit lazier.
2) Cooking -- I've been blah blah blah about trying to work myself into a food-centric career for several years but when it comes down to it I'm not sure I want to work that hard anymore. Maybe something small, on the side. A condiment type of job.
3) Advertising  -- This is where I came from. I liked holding the reins but I'm not sure I want the kind of pressure I've been under for a few years now and how well my limited industry experience translates.
4) Downgrading -- by this I am not trying to cast aspersions on any particular line of work but acknowledge that with the high salary came high pressure and the need to perform. I'm older. I'm tired. I'd like to spend time with my kid and hopefully she'll behave better. Maybe I need to look at a lower paying, less stressful "career" or...plainly a job. I think I could get coffee for a big wig, make travel arrangements, answer phones. It's how I started and I was very good at it. But, how do you downgrade your resume from a VP to an executive assistant?

These are my thoughts today, as I make a home made dinner for my family, having sorted two bags of clothes for Good Will, mailed back some merchandise, took the dog for a walk, filled out an application for a cooking show and got some cash. And, I'm considering volunteering for the book fair at my daughter's school next week. Hmmmmm. Choices.

Next time - A bit about where I've been.