Alright kids I have waited long enough for fate to intervene. I am officially on a job hunt. This means I will not longer be waiting for a job to drop from the skies. I am going to be proactive and search and apply for positions. I know it is crazy, but it just might work. I had a line on this perfect psiton and was referred by a friend. I spoke with a person of authority and he sounded excited and asked for my resume. I prompty sent it along. That was in May. Several phone calls and a re-sent resume later I still got nothing. I am so perfect for that organization. So why am I the one begging to get my foot in the door? I left one last message today and that is it. Hey, I can take a hint.
As much as I would love to stay home and be with Keegan it is no longer an option. For the financial and emotional health of my marriage I must return to the work force. Looking at job descriptions and finding some possiblities did actually get me excited. There was a time in the not so distant past that I loved to work. I defined myself by my job. I ate it up with a spoon.
The biggest obstacle to applying for jobs? I am a community psychologist. Most of you are probably asking, "what the heck is that?" That would be the same reaction as potential employers. So I am working on a cover letter that explains that, and also convinces people that they simple cannot stand to live without me in their employ for one more day.
The only time I have ever been turned down for employment was right after college. I was desperate and applied for a job at a bagel shop near my brother's store. They didn't hire me. I had a degree in political science so new the ink hadn't dried. Somehow I was not equipped to shape dough and boil it. As you can tell I'm not bitter. Ha!
So I am nervous about going on interviews. I am nervous about not being even considered for an interview. I am nervous about trying to convince these people that even though I knowingly applied for a couple of jobs out of my reach, I can still handle it. I am nervous that a couple of the applications want transcripts. Holy crap. Will that failed frehsman english course finally come back to haunt me? Will I stumble through an explanation of the irresponsible, non-morning person I was fifteen years ago? Will they see her peeking out from behind my polished mom exterior? Good grief do I own a polished mom exterior? Am I finally more neurotic that Erika? Just kidding. I can only hope I do as well as her in my quest for a livelihood that makes up for missing even a minute of Keegan's life.