Much as I would like to be a stay-at-home mom for at least the next 18 years, it looks like circumstances are conniving to have me turn into a working mom again. In my opinion, only a former working mom can truly appreciate how blissful the life of a stay-at-home mom is, despite the endless underwear changes (both yours and the toilet-training toddler’s after she pees on you), the mountain ranges of laundry, the unmistakeable film of forgetfulness in the form of dull white dust on the coffee table. At least you are not on the phone the entire day alternately yelling at and cajoling suppliers so that they bend to your will, or swallowing your ire as you speak to clients who are just this close to being ripped apart by your retractable adamantium claws.
But I am looking at my jobsdb account and the career matches it’s giving me, and the choices appear grim. Call center manager. Call center team leader. Call center accounts specialist. Is there a job out there that is not even remotely related to call centers? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking call centers and its diligent workers. It’s just that I’ve worked with a call center before (as admin assistant) and I’ve discovered that the hours are definitely NOT for a working mom with two growing kids and an Ã¼ber-lambing husband.
Come to think of it, I kinda liked my old job, the one I had before the call center thingie, despite the speed at which it made my grey hair grow. When I wasn’t yelling on the phone I was making and fixing websites, setting up desktop systems, even threading the occassional cat5 cable through ceilings. And who can ever forget attending Veritas seminars at the Peninsula where the food was always awesome, or at the Shangri-la hotel where they tone the lights down during lectures just dark enough for one to catch a quick catnap?
A few friends have told me I may be too old to be employed again, so why not open my own business? Only one thing comes to my mind … an internet cafÃ©. We have the space, there’s no question about that. But since we just plunked the better part of our savings down on repairing this house, the problem of capital comes to mind. I’m still thinking about it, though, despite PLDT’s obvious hesitance to give me a postpaid landline. Wouldn’t that be poetic justice you think, if I end up putting up a netcafÃ© after all this?