A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
A kind reader who's been following my search for a job sent me this suggestion for creative marketing. I have a pretty big resume, so it's a good thing I'm rather generously endowed. Though as a writer, editor and copywriter, I'd change the message to
Hire me now!
But this has been a really good week, and I'll hold off on the bodily school of self-promotion for now.
It's about day 89 of the job search, not counting weekends and leaving out of the count a couple days for intervening holidays/vacation days I'd have taken. In the world of job hunting for experienced workers these days, a good week means one in which you find real jobs that you might actually want to have. According to the terms of unemployment compensation, you have to apply for at least two jobs a week, and that's not always easy if you're not just sending out resumes scattershot. It's a fair requirement. But some weeks, there's really not much out there if you're not a nurse or in information systems.
And a really good week is one in which you actually land an interview.
Yesterday I had a real job interview for a real job that I 'd really like. I think it went well, but you never know. In any event, the experience reminded me that regardless of the outcome, job interviews are a great opportunity to meet interesting people and learn about work you may never have imagined. It felt like a delight and a privilege.
Early in the week, I plunged into the brave new world of preliminary online testing. A local company that uses sophisticated methods sent me to Prove It! to, well, prove it, I guess. I was nervous, worried that I'd be asked to demonstrate my clumsiness in Excel or some other software program. Then it took me 45 minutes to download what I needed just to take the test, my own software being out of date. I hoped that wouldn't be a metaphor. But the test turned out to be a personality test. The questions were interesting, and I could see why they made sense for the job. Engaging stuff, not scary.
And today I had another first, a phone interview for a third job. I considered doing it in my favorite jammies with the sock monkeys but thought better of that. Good jeans, favorite cowboy boots, even a little make-up. It made me feel ready. The whole process was enjoyable--better than some face-to-face interview experiences I've had, because the interviewer knew what she was doing.
There's no way of knowing whether anything will come of all of this. But bubbles on the surface are signs there's something moving below, and that gives hope, and that makes it possible to keep going.
Anyone interested in a Tosa support group for job hunters? If so, let me know.