Amy Hillgren Peterson has been married to Ed since 1992 and is the mother of three children: two teenagers and an elementary student. Her fiction, drama and essays have won several awards and have appeared in local and national publications. She is the published author of a memoir and a novel, and is currently at work on more theatrical works and a short story collection. She blogs about faith; relationships; simple, sustainable living; mental health; and creative writing. She also blogs about new and exciting happenings at the Curiel Reynolds School of Visual Arts in Spencer.
I also have my eyes and ears open to find a consumer need in this community, so I can jump on and fulfill that need. Nothing has become obvious. I have ruled out another place to buy a sandwich on Grand Avenue, another hair salon, another coffee shop, and another fitness place, even if I had the funds to build such an enterprise.
Maybe it's just the stiff competition for ANY job. Trust me, I have not reserved myself for only Executive Director jobs. Frankly, I'd far prefer to start out as Development or PR director or Assistant Director than to be the big enchilada, especially since my experience is more in grant writing and PR than in big enchilada-ing. I'd also feel honored to rock someone's office. I type 88 words per minute when last tested, and I'm great on the phones. I'd also boldly try something new, do contract work, walk the sidewalk with a sandwich board, or in a crazy costume, or really anything.
What's your experience with the seeming lack of jobs in this area? Do you want to move?
"The fast food places are always hiring." Not me.
"Try the employment agencies." I have, and I zap them my app for anything for which I might remotely qualify. They don't put my name in for the ones I'd be good at, and they don't call me for others. They aren't even counted in the 1,256.
1,257. I just received an email from somewhere out of town.
"Thank you for the resume, the position of Editor has been filled."
I'm too discouraged to even make fun of him for his comma splice. They do obviously need a good editor.
My partners and I are still trying to fund our cell broadcast company, and we're in talks with a company in Europe who does what we want to do here in a possible merger, but I can't believe in this anymore, as there have been too many disappointments and close calls in the last almost 2 years.
My play is all I have going, and while it seems counterintuitive to do something creative when I owe thousands of dollars on our bills, to good people who need to be paid, it's either this or be too depressed to move until that offer does come through. The bright spot in our Easter, besides the eternal hope of salvation and all that, is that one person out there believes in this project enough to give it a chance.
If 200 more people believe the same thing, maybe I will change the world yet.