Today I decide to be wealthy.
I got the application in to the library for Materials Services Specialist, which is a fancy name for book shelver. The job description included being able to twist, bend, reach up and lift up to 30 pounds and manipulate a two tier library cart. I have been applying to the library for jobs ever since I was fired from Fred Meyer. It seems that there is a job opening every eight months or so. I've had one interview, and the rest of the time, my applications result in a post card that says that the position has been filled. This one, though, because of my more recent work experience, which involved twisting, bending, reaching up and lifting heavy materials, seemed made to order for me.
I didn't realize that the position would involve Sunday work, working during Sacrament meeting.
If I get the Touchmark job, I'll have worship time on Sunday, as they'd adjust the schedule, so they said, and if I work at Touchmark, there would be a wider variety of stuff to do, including sewing, shoveling sidewalks, etc. I'd also be paid less.
Actually, all this is speculation, as I don't have an interview with the library (yet), and Touchmark hasn't called me back with a job offer. And what if Touchmark offers me a job, and I take it, and the library calls me for an interview and there's a time conflict? And what if Park and Rec calls with a job? (Preferably not the midnight to 6:30 a.m. one.)
Can I make things any more stressful in my imagination? Will reality be as I imagine it, or worse?
Back to the library application. I've had two weeks--two weeks--to work on it, and I was doing the resume and cover letter and application starting on the day before yesterday, and did the essays today. My middle daughter called to say hi, and asked how I was doing, and I almost started crying because I was stressed out about the essays. There are five questions about my experiences with customer service that have to be answered. "Describe your experience, education and/or training in customer service." "Give an example of an excellent customer service experience and one that was ineffective. Explain why one was excellent and the other ineffective." "Give examples that demonstrate your ability to work independently with minimal supervision." And there were two more. She and the ward employment specialist helped me as I sent them copies on-line of what I was writing, and they proof-read and sent them back. It took four hours to do the essays, not counting getting up at 2 a.m. to jot down some notes. Why do I do this to myself, to wait so long? I could have been doing them on Facebook with the girls and friends last week.
And then the printer started printing purple ribbons and streaks on the papers. I had my two pages of essays, I needed one copy of each page for the application, and I prayed and got one copy each for each page, streak and ribbon free.
The application had a cover letter, resume, the application itself, and additional page of work experience, a signed approval for criminal background check (all which I had ready last night) and the two pages of essays.
I got the whole thing to the library office ten minutes before dead line. The receptionist went through the papers, saw what was there, said it was complete, and thanked me for bringing it in.
And then I wept with relief and gratitude on my drive home.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
I got the application in to the library for Materials Services Specialist, which is a fancy name for book shelver. The job description included being able to twist, bend, reach up and lift up to 30 pounds and manipulate a two tier library cart. I have been applying to the library for jobs ever since I was fired from Fred Meyer. It seems that there is a job opening every eight months or so. I've had one interview, and the rest of the time, my applications result in a post card that says that the position has been filled. This one, though, because of my more recent work experience, which involved twisting, bending, reaching up and lifting heavy materials, seemed made to order for me.
I didn't realize that the position would involve Sunday work, working during Sacrament meeting.
If I get the Touchmark job, I'll have worship time on Sunday, as they'd adjust the schedule, so they said, and if I work at Touchmark, there would be a wider variety of stuff to do, including sewing, shoveling sidewalks, etc. I'd also be paid less.
Actually, all this is speculation, as I don't have an interview with the library (yet), and Touchmark hasn't called me back with a job offer. And what if Touchmark offers me a job, and I take it, and the library calls me for an interview and there's a time conflict? And what if Park and Rec calls with a job? (Preferably not the midnight to 6:30 a.m. one.)
Can I make things any more stressful in my imagination? Will reality be as I imagine it, or worse?
Back to the library application. I've had two weeks--two weeks--to work on it, and I was doing the resume and cover letter and application starting on the day before yesterday, and did the essays today. My middle daughter called to say hi, and asked how I was doing, and I almost started crying because I was stressed out about the essays. There are five questions about my experiences with customer service that have to be answered. "Describe your experience, education and/or training in customer service." "Give an example of an excellent customer service experience and one that was ineffective. Explain why one was excellent and the other ineffective." "Give examples that demonstrate your ability to work independently with minimal supervision." And there were two more. She and the ward employment specialist helped me as I sent them copies on-line of what I was writing, and they proof-read and sent them back. It took four hours to do the essays, not counting getting up at 2 a.m. to jot down some notes. Why do I do this to myself, to wait so long? I could have been doing them on Facebook with the girls and friends last week.
And then the printer started printing purple ribbons and streaks on the papers. I had my two pages of essays, I needed one copy of each page for the application, and I prayed and got one copy each for each page, streak and ribbon free.
The application had a cover letter, resume, the application itself, and additional page of work experience, a signed approval for criminal background check (all which I had ready last night) and the two pages of essays.
I got the whole thing to the library office ten minutes before dead line. The receptionist went through the papers, saw what was there, said it was complete, and thanked me for bringing it in.
And then I wept with relief and gratitude on my drive home.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
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