The Old Days

Remember the olden days when you mailed out your resume and then waited patiently to see if anyone would call you? When I was a senior in college I was desperate to have a job by the time I graduated* and I remember sending out over 50 resumes in one week to companies I thought that I might like to work for. Now we email and with a few keystrokes things are on their way and then you can obsessively check your email every 30 seconds to see if someone wants you.

My self-esteem has become directly tied to my job search. Today after trolling Craigslist and deciding that there wasn't anything good and new I started sending out blind resumes from THE BOOK OF LISTS** and someone bit. I have an interview on Friday for a job that sounds good. I have sent out so many resumes that I have forgotten who has received them. Hopefully I didn't sound like an idiot when this guy called me today and said that he'd just received my resume--I guess I didn't since he wants to meet me. I haven't said anything about working part time. My strategy is to make them fall in love with me and realize that they can't live without me before I mention the fact that I'd prefer to work a four day week. Don't tell The Husband, but I'm kind of coming around to working full time. I'm at least considering it. I've decided that I like money and would like to have more of it, not less. I don't like the idea of selling myself short.

I still hate looking for a job. Please feel free to raise your hand if you are sick of hearing me say that. I plug away at it though, and hopefully will have good news soon.

*A goal I just barely met--I got the call from The Big P on a Friday morning and graduation was the next day.

**I may have to take a picture of THE BOOK OF LISTS because in addition to its name, which I quiet enjoy saying, the thing is enormous and extremely cumbersome to deal with. Its awkwardness kind of reminds me of Moses coming down the mountain with the Ten Commandments--useful, but not very portable.