Monthly Archives: August 2013

Career progression: dare to dream, part 2

It’s been some time since I wrote about my time when I was working. Perhaps it’s because it upsets me. Life never really goes as planned, does it. Rhetorical question, of course. Everyone already knows the answer. Even Cinderella didn’t have her life go the way she thought it was going to. Here Daddy married a new lady with two daughters and you think it’s all going to turn out wonderfully. You’ll have a new mom and something you’ve never had before: sisters. But instead, Daddy dies and leaves you with a cold hearted woman who only notices you when you aren’t doing the chores around the house that used to be yours and the “sisters” that you now have boss you around night and day like a servant. Hardly the preconceived ending she had planned.

Well, like Cinderella, my life didn’t go according to plan either. I was now out of the Air Force but luckily I was just moving in with my, then boyfriend, now husband, Mark. He was still in the military and supported me for a short time until I got a job working at a local Borders. I still had my clearance so I wanted to look into getting a better paying job in the Intelligence community near DC.

Soon after being hired at Borders, I found out that the military had out a code on my discharge paperwork that essentially disrupted my clearance from being effective and therefore made me essentially unable to be hired. For the record, the people at my old unit are a bunch of asshats.

I worked with a few companies and spoke with so many people to see if anyone was willing to reinvestigate my clearance but no one was willing…until about a year later. CACI worked with me and fixed my clearance so I was able to work again with classified material. In July 2008, I accepted a position to work at the National Ground Intelligence Agency as a Technical Trainer.

I liked the job well enough although it wasn’t quite like what I had done in the military. I was training both civilian and military members on software they would be using while deployed and I did a bit of traveling once a month to do so. It was rewarding and interesting but the daily commute of an hour and a half was already starting to get old after three months.

In September 2008, I participated in a Virginia Blood Services blood donation on a Friday afternoon and felt under the weather most of the weekend. By Monday morning, I wasn’t able to get out of bed. I was exhausted. I could barely move and the only time I got out of bed was to use

the facilities

. I was like that all week. I had no explanation for it and was seriously concerned. My husband (boyfriend) yelled at me to get out of bed because I was just being lazy, but that wasn’t it! It was a physical exhaustion and fatigue like I’d never known before; not even when I was pregnant.


Every journey begins with a single step

Tonight I made a big step into doing something about wanting to be a writer. Not just dreaming and wanting, like for so many years, but an actual step. I registered for an essay writing site where I would be writing articles for customers as a paid writer. I had to take a grammar test, them had 15 minutes to write a short essay on what it takes to be a good co-worker, using about ten key words. It was simple. Now I have three days to get them some resume information and credentials and ill be on my way. Hopefully, I’ll have done well enough that they’ll accept me. So for now, small step is to be a freelance author. Second step…a book?