Switching Gears

It’s hard to believe that it’s been nearly a year since I lost my job, and it’s still hard to believe that the place where I used to work now no longer exists. The municipal government bought the land and soon it will be transformed into a parking lot, or an arts centre, or something like that. It’s sad, but such is life.

Anyway, since becoming jobless, I have made a few attempts at finding work. I fired out the job resume here and there to places that were looking for office/writing/administration people, but nothing ever came out of any of it. I started questioning whether journalism, and writing in general, is still a viable option for me career-wise. Yes, I love to write and I would love to be able to do it for a living, but unfortunately it seems that in Kamloops, unless you have 10+ years experience and have a serious industry “in,” getting hired at one of the few other news spots is a rarity. I had to decide if I wanted to keep trying to make a career out of reporting, or if I wanted to switch gears and pursue something new.

I thought about the possibility of going back to university and repurposing the credits I already have into another degree. One option was teaching, which I’d have to go back and get more English credits, along with a variety of other courses. I even thought about getting a trade, but I realized that I’m a baby when it comes to heavy lifting and fire. (I thought about getting into welding, but that’s Kyle’s thing and I’m afraid of lighting myself on fire or cutting my hand off with a plasma cutter.)

I knew I wanted a career where the pay was decent, the course work wasn’t overly time consuming (I thought about nursing but I’d have to do some major upgrading starting at high school-level courses – talk about starting at Square 1.), and the industry wasn’t about to go anywhere (but was easy enough to get into).

Enter the insurance industry. I’m not talking becoming a sleazy insurance salesperson, selling life insurance that hardly covers a hangnail. I’m just talking about becoming a home and auto insurance agent; helping those who need to renew their car insurance and keep the roof over their heads in the case of misfortune. The starting wage is liveable with a kid or two, the hours are good, and people are ALWAYS going to need insurance. Bingo.

So, after swallowing my pride a little bit and realizing that just because I’m not working in the journalism industry, doesn’t mean I have to throw my degree completely out the window (freelance can still be a possibility, afterall), I bit the bullet and registered with the Insurance Institute of British Columbia and paid my tuition to get my general insurance certification. I am able to study at home, have one whole year to write the final exam (which is held where I live and is multiple-choice), and then have one year to find a job and make it official. Easy peasy.

Let me tell you, it wasn’t an easy decision to make. I loved working in the newsroom and being able to know what was going on in town before the majority of people, but unfortunately, the days of the print media newsroom are fizzling. I wish I could have made my love to write and story tell into a career, but I’ll live with the odd freelance gig and blogging. Sometimes I feel like a little bit of a sell out, but I need to be able to help provide for my family as well. While Kyle earns a great living where he works and we can live on his wages alone, that’s a lot of pressure on him. Plus, I miss working. Being home with Isla is amazing, but some days I just need a little more human interaction than the odd trip to Walmart and my only words are, “I’ll pay with debit.” I miss meeting new people and coming home with crazy customer stories.

I know dealing insurance for a living isn’t my dream job, but sometimes you just have to face the reality that you have to reset those dreams. In reality, my dream is to have a happy and healthy family and lifestyle, so I’m okay with switching gears.

Introverted State of Mind

Before I even start, I’m going to apologize to both Melissa and Amber for bringing up the whole “Introvert or Extrovert” conundrum. For the rest of you, it’s kind of a TRU J-School inside joke that no one else could understand. Moving on now …

Image from We ♥ It

Kyle often asks me why I’m so quiet, since I have a journalism degree. The thing is, I’m vocal when I need to be. If the job requires it, I’ll do it. If it were up to me, I’d chase fuzzy feel-good stories all the time that have people tell me what’s on their minds. I’m not looking to stand out and destroy companies Watergate-style.

This quietness, however, follows me home. When Kyle and I are trying to have a serious conversation, I tend to clam up and not say much about anything, be it a truck he wants to buy, a house we’re considering dropping a shiz-ton of money on, or career moves. And the quietness burns me. It understandably frustrates Kyle and then makes me feel bad for being too introverted.

I try, try and try to be more vocal and opinionated, but it’s not my style. I get overwhelmed and emotional. I’m not necessarily shy, but I don’t start conversations with strangers. I love a gong show party, but only if I know at least two other people there.

I am introverted. What are you?

Flashback Friday: Graduating

Right now, a lot of the kids I work with at the grocery store are graduating high school. HIGH SCHOOL! This makes me feel old, very old, so I thought I’d take advantage of my writer’s block to present to you a flashback into my graduation ceremony and prom. Yay!

I graduated with a very small bunch of students. I think there was about 24 of us, with some of those kids just getting a “Okay, fine. You can graduate because we’re sick and tired of you” diploma. Not even kidding.

I was chosen out of maybe three people to be the valedictorian. Not because my grades were amazing (Because I nearly failed Math 12) but because I wrote an awesome essay on why I would be a good valedictorian. Go me!

That’s a crappy old photo of me doing my speech. What to know how terrified I was? EXTREMELY! Oh, and want to know why there’s snowflakes on the stage? Because our theme was Winter Wonderland. Hell yes! Ironic considering my hometown is a desert and it was at least 30° C outside. Pretty freaking hot for June. Oh, and that Ram on the wall is the school mascot. The Ashcroft Secondary School Rams. ASS Rams. ASS RAMS. Okay, moving on…

Prom was the day after the grad ceremonies and I spent the day getting my herr all did up. I now hate bobby pins and the taste of hairspray. My dress was big and poofy and matched the theme of our prom.

Look at how young we look! Haha, and my looking at the girls in the background, it seems that blue was a popular dress colour in 2004.

The great thing? I can still fit into my prom dress (if I suck it in and don’t breathe)!

Alright, so that concludes Flashback Friday. This weekend I’m actually heading out to Ashcroft for the annual rodeo. Yee-haw!

What was you high school grad/prom like?