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Here I am, stuck in the middle of a bunch of posts! I finally, with the help of Bill, thought up a name to use for getting the faceless Blogger Sargeant to let me in on the Lambert fun. Phew! That was exhausting. Now, with any luck at all, I'll remember what I called myself, and I'll be happy to let you in on my musings.
I have discovered that, while society says that men derive their identities from their work, I, too, have melded into identifying myself by what I do, instead of who I am when I'm just being. This can be a dull, lifeless phase, I'm finding, because at this red-hot moment, I don't really DO anything....Well, I'm really very busy not finding a job. I've been very diligent at this new endeavor, and successful, too. I've looked at temporary jobs, part-time jobs, and many nonexistent jobs. I've humbly presented myself, boldly asserted myself, and assured prospective employers that I'm their best prospect for whatever it is they do there.
Jennell was the first to step out where no man had feared to go and offer up her old place of employ as a grand starting point. When everyone in charge of the school had returned from their prospective vacations, they all gathered in a very small conference room to hear how wonderful I was. I told them I was proficient in all their current softwares and loved the philosophy of Christian education. I waited while they called around the school to find the new computer person who had been hired for the summer project of straightening out the grading system. (Earlier in the summer I suggested I could do that very thing for them, as soon as I arrived on July 11.) When this young thing was finally located in the building, she came in, sat down, and heard the big boss tell her cheerfully that I was Jennell's aunt, and I knew all about her new job, and, turning to me, asked wouldn't I mind giving the new girl some pointers! This made both of us feel equally uncomfortable. I left there having been told that, while they didn't have anything open right now, they'd be sure to think something up, because they sure needed me to work there. They are evidently still thinking, as I haven't heard from them again. Other school leads were as productive, and so I branched out into other venues.
Many are the experiences, and few are the lines left that any of we bloggers really want to spend on this dribble. One last effort, however, is really one for the job-hunter's books: enter Maureen, ever the fixit-type friend. All my family knows her, as she has shared many holidays with us all in Florida, and some even in AK. Today, Sunday, at 20 min. before 6 pm, she gives a quick call to ask if I have time right now, quickly before 6, to come a couple miles down the road where some nice people she knows are gathering up things after an afternoon at their little family business. It seems they have a menagerie of common animals which they load up and haul around wherever the market will bear. They have some cute name to the business, something about Noah's Ark, and they charge a small fee for you to bring little kids in to a petting zoo type thing. Now these animals are the types that little kids would love to pet, like donkeys and llamas, etc. They also have a little show they do with the animals. I was not made privy to many other details on the phone, except that they are "always looking for workers". Now, maybe I have been complaining too much and too often about the job search, but I never meant to convey that I was so desperate that I needed to follow donkeys around, or see if I could make llamas spit in a certain direction, or any of the other unusual things they must have thought up for barnyard pets to do, all in a circle. I hope I haven't lost a friend, but I was never so happy to have had an excuse as to why I couldn't drop everything and zoom down to see the folks and their furry friends. Apologies to any and all if I have made you take to the road seeking circuses and state fairs arcades where I might find work. My own ways of handling the job market search have gone in different directions, and even though I have nothing yet to show for my work, I have complete faith that God has something in mind for me to do with the rest of my life. For right now, though, I'd love to write some of these anecdotes down before I forget them. this way, when I'm in some boring office in front of a computer, and wishing I were outside in the sunshine, I'll remember that there were other people, in exotic parking lots and other places, having really different things I, too, could be doing! Much love to you all as you start out a new week in whatever it is that you do for a living. I'm going to bed now, to rest up for another grueling day taking typing tests, and bragging about myself and my abilities. Sweet dreams.
I have discovered that, while society says that men derive their identities from their work, I, too, have melded into identifying myself by what I do, instead of who I am when I'm just being. This can be a dull, lifeless phase, I'm finding, because at this red-hot moment, I don't really DO anything....Well, I'm really very busy not finding a job. I've been very diligent at this new endeavor, and successful, too. I've looked at temporary jobs, part-time jobs, and many nonexistent jobs. I've humbly presented myself, boldly asserted myself, and assured prospective employers that I'm their best prospect for whatever it is they do there.
Jennell was the first to step out where no man had feared to go and offer up her old place of employ as a grand starting point. When everyone in charge of the school had returned from their prospective vacations, they all gathered in a very small conference room to hear how wonderful I was. I told them I was proficient in all their current softwares and loved the philosophy of Christian education. I waited while they called around the school to find the new computer person who had been hired for the summer project of straightening out the grading system. (Earlier in the summer I suggested I could do that very thing for them, as soon as I arrived on July 11.) When this young thing was finally located in the building, she came in, sat down, and heard the big boss tell her cheerfully that I was Jennell's aunt, and I knew all about her new job, and, turning to me, asked wouldn't I mind giving the new girl some pointers! This made both of us feel equally uncomfortable. I left there having been told that, while they didn't have anything open right now, they'd be sure to think something up, because they sure needed me to work there. They are evidently still thinking, as I haven't heard from them again. Other school leads were as productive, and so I branched out into other venues.
Many are the experiences, and few are the lines left that any of we bloggers really want to spend on this dribble. One last effort, however, is really one for the job-hunter's books: enter Maureen, ever the fixit-type friend. All my family knows her, as she has shared many holidays with us all in Florida, and some even in AK. Today, Sunday, at 20 min. before 6 pm, she gives a quick call to ask if I have time right now, quickly before 6, to come a couple miles down the road where some nice people she knows are gathering up things after an afternoon at their little family business. It seems they have a menagerie of common animals which they load up and haul around wherever the market will bear. They have some cute name to the business, something about Noah's Ark, and they charge a small fee for you to bring little kids in to a petting zoo type thing. Now these animals are the types that little kids would love to pet, like donkeys and llamas, etc. They also have a little show they do with the animals. I was not made privy to many other details on the phone, except that they are "always looking for workers". Now, maybe I have been complaining too much and too often about the job search, but I never meant to convey that I was so desperate that I needed to follow donkeys around, or see if I could make llamas spit in a certain direction, or any of the other unusual things they must have thought up for barnyard pets to do, all in a circle. I hope I haven't lost a friend, but I was never so happy to have had an excuse as to why I couldn't drop everything and zoom down to see the folks and their furry friends. Apologies to any and all if I have made you take to the road seeking circuses and state fairs arcades where I might find work. My own ways of handling the job market search have gone in different directions, and even though I have nothing yet to show for my work, I have complete faith that God has something in mind for me to do with the rest of my life. For right now, though, I'd love to write some of these anecdotes down before I forget them. this way, when I'm in some boring office in front of a computer, and wishing I were outside in the sunshine, I'll remember that there were other people, in exotic parking lots and other places, having really different things I, too, could be doing! Much love to you all as you start out a new week in whatever it is that you do for a living. I'm going to bed now, to rest up for another grueling day taking typing tests, and bragging about myself and my abilities. Sweet dreams.
3 Comments:
Oh my! The job hunt sounds like lots of fun. How did you end up on that little conference room? Did they call you back to SRCS for that lovely experience?
I'm more than willing to try to find you something here and I'm sure I could do better than petting zoo coordinator - we really need some lunch monitors! :)
This is where my sister and I differ: I would love nothing more than to be unattached to someone else's idea of how my life should be spent. I have a good idea -- maybe there is a compromise between giving your life to a worthy JOB, and having nothing significant to take up your time. I propose a 3-day work week at a high level, decision-making position, where people are just waiting for us to impact their worlds. WHADYA THINK?
very funny i laughed out loud. very Erma Bonbeckie!
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