The rollercoaster that is my life

I know I haven't updated this lately, and I hope someone is still checking in every once in a while. For those of you who are, you rock.

Life has taken a few twists and turns here at the Chambers household. Some good, some bad, but all interesting. First off, my daughters are growing like weeds. Emma has taken a record 18 steps and is walking more and more each day. Nicki is a little behind her sister, but as my wife puts it, Nicki will decide to just do it one day, all at once, no practicing for her. Essentially, she's been watching her sister and is probably thinking, "so, that's how NOT to do it." Olivia (my wife, not my niece) is doing well, all things considered.

The big news is this: I got fired from my job as a closed captioner on the 19th.

Wow. After I typed that, I just froze up. Just admitting it publicly is daunting.

The short version of the story of why I got fired is very simple: I was not suited to the job, and it was causing me stress just trying to make myself fit the job. Looking at the blog post just before this one, I see that I was happy to be where I was. I was, too - for a time. Then I fell behind and never caught up. My reasoning was kind of, "well, if my wife can do it, so can I," since my wife has been working for this company for 5 years, 2 of those in the same job I was booted from. The thing is, I couldn't do it. I don't have the attention to detail necessary for it, and in truth I found it mind-numbingly boring on occasion. Not a good recipe for career success.

This whole experience has been humbling, to say the least. My family members have been supportive, but I can't help but wonder if at least one of them is quietly thinking to him or herself, "Geez, why can't this kid hold down a job?" I can hold down a job, I was just trying something different and I got burned in the process.

I'd like to get a job in graphic art for publication (newspapers, magazines, etc.), but my resume simply screams "Customer Service Drone." I don't want to do that for a living, but in the end, I may have no choice.

Don't know if you read between the lines or not, but I'm a tad down about all this. I filed for unemployment (that was a little slice of heaven - not) and tomorrow I go to a job fair in downtown Dallas. Not holding out much hope for it, as the last job fair I went to was almost all sales positions and I don't want to walk down that particular path to the Dark Side of the Force.

*Sigh*. Sometimes, I really wish I was back in Los Angeles. Things seem to make more sense there. To me, anyway.

If you're so inclined, I'd appreciate any prayers you'd care to offer. I need all the help I can get.

Take care,
~Rob