The biggest news in my life as of yet….I’m unemployed. Apparently my global Fortune 500 company can do without the Executive administration of Jenni Brown – because they gave me 8 weeks of severance and sent me packing.

As my boyfriend called it, it’s not like loosing your job, it’s more like 8 weeks of “paid vacation!” Which seemed to ring pretty true for most of last week. I cleaned, I filed, and vacuumed, I did laundry – visited friends and working out everyday…it just seemed like it was 5pm before I even blinked.

But then yesterday, while my man was working from home, I came down the stairs and he said to me “So what are you going to do today?” And there it was – he’s sitting at his kitchen surrounded in files and emails, with his attorney job in his brand new house…and there I am standing in my pajamas thinking “I have no where to be today…I have nothing to do and no where to go….I have no appointments, I have no people waiting for me….I’m just useless, and fruitless, and hopeless, and worthless…” And then came the flood of tears as I crumbled in his bathroom – proceeding to cry for the next hour or so.

Now I know that this is the part where everyone is going to comment and say “Jenni you are not worthless…bla bla bla” – and its good to hear those things, but I want to interject here that I do know it. I suppose what just surprised me the most was just that the words of one man letting me go a few weeks ago could echo so loudly in my insides. Or simply that my little notepads with my name and job title on the top of them would be so meaningful to what I have to offer the world. And we all know that our jobs don’t define us – but get laid off and I promise there will be a day where you are the a least a bit shaken.

The thing is, I’m hungry. Last year I spent 7 months looking for jobs. 3 of those months were in Canada, and when I finally had a job, there suddnely was no reason to go to Canada anymore. Thus I began the search back here in Orange County. And after that experience, I am beginning to think that there is a limit or a capacity that a person has to hearing the words “I’m sorry, you just don’t match what we are looking for.” I know it isn’t personal, or that they aren’t saying that you aren’t a great person with lots of skills – they are just saying that you aren’t THEIR great person with skills. But I think after you hear it 1,050 times (7 months x 30 days/mo. X 5 job applications/day = 1, 050 rejections) it begins to wear on you just a little bit.

I just want to be taken seriously. To have someone say to me “You know, you work hard and we really think you are a great asset to this company and we would love to continue to let you handle projects with more responsibility.” And instead, I feel like I keep getting “Can you please fax this?” Maybe I’m looking in the wrong kinds of careers, or maybe its just a little over zealous, but I am beginning to questions whether or not I am cut out for this career thing at all. And this is the thoughts that bring us to me lying on my boyfriends bathroom floor in a crumbled heap. Beautiful isn’t it?

So, today is Tuesday and a new day. I got up and went walking. And then got dressed and brushed my teeth. I sent out some applications and went to Starbucks to get a part time job before I’m declared legally insane…or clinically depressed – or both. Gotta celebrate the small victories, like my mom says. So hurray for me: I’m showered, I have make up on, and I’m getting the ball rolling.

And it is in the car on the way back from Starbucks that I am reminded of where I am at in life. Apparently teenage pop does have some vital life lessons, because Jordin Sparks essentially kicked my depressed ass:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pI-H8Vlwbck

One Step at a Time:

Hurry Up and Wait, so close but so far away. Everything that you always dreamed of – close enough for you taste, but you just touch.

So you want to show the world but no one knows your name yet, you dont know where and how you’re going to make it. You know you can if you get the chance – in your face the door keeps slammin. Now your feeling more and more frustrating, and you’re getting all kinda impatient. Watin – we live and we learn to take

One step at a time, there’s no need to rush, it’s like learning to fly or falling in love. It’s gonna happen when its supposed to happen, and we’ll find the reasons why, one step at a time.

You believe and you doubt, you’re confused and you have it all figured out. Everything that you’ve always wished for – could be yours, should be yours, would be yours, if they only knew.

So you want to show the world but no one knows your name yet, you dont know where and how you’re going to make it. You know you can if you get the chance – in your face the door keeps slammin. Now your feeling more and more frustrating, and youre getting all kinda impatient. Watin – we live and we learn to take

One step at a time, there’s no need to rush, it’s like learning to fly or falling in love. It’s gonna happen when its supposed to happen, and we’ll find the reasons why, one step at a time.

When you can’t wait any longer, but there’s no end in sight – you need to find your strength – its your faith that makes you stronger… only way we get there is one step at a time.

One step at a time, there’s no need to rush, it’s like learning to fly or falling in love. It’s gonna happen when its supposed to happen, and we’ll find the reasons why, one step at a time.

OK Jordin. Thanks for kicking my ass into shape. You may have written just be a teeny-bopper song for 14 year old…but maybe there is some profound wisdom in your words. So for today, I’ve picked myself up out of my closet – resigned to the fact that no I can’t live there no matter how many HR Recruiters tell me that I’m not qualified to do some menial task like filing or picking strawberries….because apparently in this economy you need a P.h.D to prove that you know how to turn on a computer.

And for any of you out there who know of any job openings, I have decided to that I am open to anything short of prostitution…but only because I don’t think my boyfriend would like it if I start selling myself for sex.

OK that was a joke. But I am really looking for jobs. Hook a sister up.