Twice in the past month I've had job offers... of sorts. Not freelance projects, but people saying, "Hey, I know of a job that would be perfect for you." In the second case, I don't even know who the person was who recommended me for the position. It was a head-hunter type of call. My name had been passed to a manager, or something. I kept thinking it was some sort of marketing scam, but I kept questioning and they kept coming back with legitimate answers.
I don't know if I should be flattered or offended. Do I look like somebody who needs a job?
Well, on the one hand, yes. A result of maintaining a steady flow of freelance work is that you are constantly, more or less, on the lookout for that next project. When times are tough you might look a little harder and longer than other times.
On the other hand, it seems quite clear to me that I already have a full-time position. I'm a mother. I occasionally squeeze some income earning hours into my days, but first and foremost I'm entirely content to hang with my kids and manage the house. Anyone who knows me must understand by now that I have no interest in a 9-5 position. My days are full. I don't like dressing up to go into an office.
I'm not dissing those working mothers out there. The choices I've made are certainly not for everyone. The balance in my life might not work for the next person. Even those I know who consider themselves full-time moms all do it differently. But I am a little more than put off when people don't recognize my chosen work as worthy.
Luckily, the people closest to me--the people who really matter--seem to understand.
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