[Disclaimer : This is a post taken from my Wordpress blog. In order to view the original post you'll need to go here]
After learning that my new employer wasn't willing to give me two unpaid weeks off from work, I signed my two-week notice. Yes, that's right. I asked for 2 whole weeks. Why? Because childbirth really isn't all that hard, and Native Americans used to give birth in a corn field before hoisting the baby into a buffalo skin backpack and continuing their work. I could have done that. Were they willing to give me two weeks off and hold my job? No. After contacting the HR department I am told that they could have given me the time off, but it was my supervisor's decision. I guess I caught her on a bad day.
So, I sucked it up, and planned on making the best of my last two weeks at work. Get in one last good paycheck. Only, due to the East Coast Blizzard there really aren't that many international visitors coming to the US, and most of the Washington offices are closed. What this means for me? Work shortage. I've received a call for the past two days saying, "This is Bobby Jo from (insert company name here). I wanted to call to let you know we are having a work shortage today, and you won't need to report to work." Normally, I would jump for joy at this type of phone call, but now? Now I'm weeks away from a newborn who has very few 0-3 month outfits. Also, I need some other baby necessities. You know, a Diaper Genie!
What can I say? The suckage of late is suffocating me.
In good news, I go to the doc tomorrow, and hopefully since I was 1cm dilated last week I will be progressing by tomorrow. This is my second child, you know, and they say after the first one you can kind of just spit 'em out like popcorn kernels. I can only hope.
The other point of this post: What the fuck has happened to blogging? Off and on for 7 years I have had various online journals and blogs, and back in the 'good ol' days' people blogged for the hell of it. They blogged to speak their mind. To keep in touch with friends. To make new friends. Just to fucking do it. Now in order to be a real blogger you have to involve yourself in some type of corporate nonsense? You should be in the process of writing a book? You are crap if you don't make the Top 50 Bloggers list? You need to speak at conferences and meet-ups? I mean really, just because you blog you are entitled to have a book published? Or, if not a novel you have to at least do freelance. Check. Dooce did it, and now we think we all can and should. If this be the case then I may never grow up and be a real blogger.
There are other ways of making money, people.