Anyway, yesterday I learned that they are looking for a senior writer in my department. So I asked what any sensible woman in my position would ask - what are they looking for that I don't have. The answer? A history of corporate direct sales writing experience. Okay, I don't have that, except for the past 14.5 months, but I have ten years corporate journalism experience, and the prideful part of me knows that finding someone who is better at what I do than I am is going to be a challenge.
Which means that, eventually, they will hire someone who isn't up to my standards and pay them more for the privilege. And it makes me crazy, because I take an extraordinary amount of pride in my work and I feel undervalued and unappreciated.
There, got that off my chest.
Having said all that, it made me think about what I learned over the time that I was out of work (which I've come to call MaggiePalooza 2006.) During that time, I kept reminding myself that there is more to me than just what I do for a living. Sure, I'm a writer, but what else am I?
I am ...
- a daughter, biologically and emotionally
- a sister, ditto
- a knitter
- a singer
- a work in progress
- someone who likes to have fun
- an ex-wife (and may I say, I think I'm pretty good at that one)
- an athlete (just ask Sharon)
- a child, and a grown-up
- an adventurer
Wouldn't that just set the world on its ear?