I AM WRITER! HEAR ME ROAR!
The lady doing my eyebrows asks...so what do you do?
My husband's friend from work...where do you work?
And my standard response?
I'm a cashier. I work at [enter name of crazy grocery store]
Why? Why is that my answer?
That is not the job I identify with, not the job that is most important to me, not the job I have the degree for or even the most experience in (althought I do spend a lot of waking hours there).
But for some reason thats the answer I give. I don't feel like I'm afraid for people to think of me as "a nutty artsy person". I sometimes like being that person.
I don't care if some people don't think thats a "real job". I do it. I get paid for it. I love it. How can it get any more real than that?
I don't know what my deal is but to help myself articulate my job to others I've ordered cute business cards so now I can say "I'm a writer. Here's my card."
On the subject of jobs, I have/had two interviews this week. One Tuesday and the other Thursday.
The first is to work in a library and plan and implement their children's programming. Dream job material! Except its only 25 hours a week.
The second is work at the newspaper as a receptionist. Its upside is its fulltime with benefits at a place I'd like to write for. Can you say, foot in the door? The downside is its a receptionist poistion and doesn't involve kids.