The best thing about not working, is not working. I like the freedom. I like the flexibility to go to Starbucks and have random conversations with strangers.
The other day, I met Ken and Sam. Ken is really super opposed to Corporate America. A business owner that doesn’t care for much other than making money. I am of course exaggerating. I am sure he cares about something else. His advice to me however, revolved around making money. Enter Sam.
Sam is an older guy, who spent 50 years in various jobs. He said that every time he got bored with a job, he switched jobs. Like major career changes. Although he is 70, he sounds like a millennial. He cautioned me to find my passion. He told me his only regret was that he didn’t pick one career and stick with it. (Umm…note to millennials.)
It was nice talking to them. Two people offering help that didn’t know the history of why I was unemployed. And frankly didn’t care to know. They simply just wanted to help. AND, by the way, they weren’t flirty. We didn’t exchange numbers or emails. They weren’t condescending. Sometimes men give women advice from a protector’s standpoint. They didn’t do that. It was just a conversation. Simple as that.
I am truly going to miss the freedom to have the opportunity to meet people like this. Randomly. At Starbucks. At 10 am on a Tuesday.
By the way, I am still actively looking for employment. If you have a job you don’t need, I could use one.