Okay, so, I am essentially unemployed. I am tutoring at former place of employment. Buuuut, I have four students. For a total of 8 hours a week. At 8 dollars an hour. Eight dollars is better than zero dollars, buuuuut so far, I have made $32. That would be gross, not net, and that would be for three days of tutoring. That money will not be burning a hole in my pocket anytime soon-ish. And only two of the four students have managed to make it to their appointments, so, yeah. (And yes, I know there are many, many people who would love to be getting $8/hour and have $32 right about now. Trust me, I know how lucky I am.)
Basically, I spend my day sitting at former place of employment being loved, admired, and adored by everyone who has missed me. It’s a tough gig, but I am more than happy to be in that gig. Oh, I also spend my day reading, searching all job sites, and typing this here blog. I am not complaining one bit about this free time. (No, really, I’m not.) It’s just very unusual for me. I mean, jinkies, this is the gal who worked six jobs at one time, while in school, was always in school, and whose friends had to schedule anytime with me far in advance and around my schedule. Basically and generally I was being run ragged. I no longer am. Me likey this. Me is just not used to this at all. Brain/body is having a hard time adjusting. I am my body will adjust soon-ish and with relative grace.
Tomorrow is my second interview with the agency that works with special needs persons. My understanding is that it will be a dual role of in-home care and office work. A dual role is very much what I am looking for. However, in-home care, is not what I am looking for. Although I have several years of experience working with special needs persons, it has been in an academic setting, not an in-home setting. I’m not trained for this, and frankly, I don’t want to be trained for it. I don’t have the money, the umph, or the want-to do any more training/schooling at this time, and it’s not what I want to do with my life.
However, if it is required, of course I will fulfill the requirements. Why? Because I’m not really in a position to be picky. Or choosy. Or anything. So.
Oh, and according to my friend (who I had not seen/spoken to in 17 years, who I had about three too many martinis with on Friday, who referred me to the agency, thanks, Facedbook) I already have the gig. Apparently my resume is uber impressive and they liked me over the phone. So. It pays the bare minimum I needed it to pay. I was too drunk to recall what she said about benefits. But, gee golly gosh, benefits would be nice. I have been sans health coverage for 10 years. Sad, but very true.
(And to those of you who I may or may not have (and it was definitely may have) drunk dialed and/or drunk texted on Friday, my apologies. Very out of character of me. Very embarrassing. And very difficult to do. Drunk texting takes skill. Skills I am suprised I had by that time and by that martini.
Anyway, interview for the job I have apparently already landed is at 8:30 tomorrow (Tuesday) wish me luck. Wish that it pays more that what my friend told me. Wish that it has good, but cheap benefits. Wish that it is something to keep me occupied for three months, or until I find something else.
You didn’t drunk text/dial me. Apology accepted, I suppose.
Hang in there. The right job will come along eventually (as long as you don’t go broke and/or starve to death before then!). Took me 5 jobs after graduation before I found my niche.
Leave me your number, I’ll get ya next time.
And on the job front, were you 35 at the time?
I know, I know.
But, part of my impatience is that after hundreds (literally) of random jobs, I FINALLY know what I want to/need to/am supposed to do with my life. I’m ready, ya know?
GOOD LUCK with the job interview!!! I know you’re gonna kick some boo-tay! And even if this job is not the end-all, be-all of existence…hey, it’s a job, and it adds to the resume to get the job that IS the end-all, be-all of existence.
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I also did not get a drunk dial or text. I’m sad.
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PTG: Thank you oh, so much, and I got the gig! Yes, it is a job, which will pay me that green paper money that the world and life depends and demands so much of. Damn, if only we could get by on charm and wit.
The phone interview back in May lasted 48 minutes. Today’s interview lasted over 1.5 hours. I’m thinking those are good signs. The friend who referred me to the agency told me I will be the topic of discussion at tomorrow’s meeting. yeah. I’m feeling awesome.
Along with OMC, I will add you to the drunk dial/text file =0)