Rewind back to Fall 2001 as I sat in Hartung Hall at Anderson University. Listening to the PR goddess of my world, Holly G. Miller. I listened to hear so intently. Planning my future. Would I walk the streets of Chicago, New York City or perhaps LA? Hmm...Chicago is close to home, but NYC brings excitement and fear. The one constant thing I envisioned was conquering the world one PR campaign at a time.
Never, did I imagine myself wearing a headset talking to Insulin Pump customers about there most recent fail at pump therapy. Never saw the land of cubicles and stale coffee becoming my world to conquer. And never imagined I would get let go from such a place.
I did. I set here today, unemployed. Me - Mandi McCoskey Huff, the closet overachiever. Unemployed. How did this happen and why? I was supposed to be moving my way up the corporate ladder, not getting let go from headset wearing cubicle land.
I have taken a week or so to let this soak in. Let me tell you, it has soaked in and I'm fully saturated with fear and excitement.
I fear the unknown. Will I find a job I will truly love? The little guy on my left shoulder says to take the first job that is thrown at me. The economy is rough you know. His friend on the opposite side is telling me this is my opportunity to soul search and get back to the girl sitting in Hartung Hall carefully planning her future. To find the dream job that will allow me to do what I was put here to do.
Regardless of our hopes, dreams and what we have planned for ourselves we must accept that life never goes according to how we plan. As cliche as it sounds, everything truly happens for a reason. I'm thankful that I can lay my headset to rest. Its days are over.
Get your shades ready, my future is so bright!
