October 10, 2002

Get a Haircut - and Get a Real Job...

... clean your act up, and don't be a slob...

Oh sorry, I'm singing along to one of my favourite George Thorogood songs.
That and Bad to the Bone.
They rock.


Now in my fourth year (!) of journal-keeping, I've noticed a pattern emerging.
Fall is the time of year when I struggle hardest against inertia, and occasionally make actual progress.

For instance, about a year ago I told my husband the marriage part of our relationship was over.
That is still the case, and I've settled nicely into feeling single although still sharing living quarters with the ex.

Of course we're not legally divorced or even legally separated but to me that's a technicality.
If he wants a divorce he can have one; I don't expect to marry again any time soon (really, EVER) so it doesn't matter to me.

Anyway, I'm digressing, as usual.

This fall, the big upheaval is becoming employed.

It's an upheaval because I haven't held down a full-time permanent paying job since 1979.
Much as I need it - the money, the freedom that entails, and the feeling of being a productive member of society - it's scary. It'll be a big change.

I hesitated about mentioning those concerns because I sound (to myself) like a spoiled brat.
I think about women like Colleen, who works as a TEACHER (shudder!) of emotionally disturbed teenagers.
(Not that ALL teenagers aren't emotionally disturbed, but these must be outside the curve, or something.)
As if that isn't enough, she also continues her education at night and has three children of her own to worry about.
I'm really in awe of her.

Then there's Stephanie, with two daughters and a menagerie at home, a full time job, not one but TWO illnesses causing her chronic pain, and not one but TWO journals actively updated, the second being a book review site.

I think I'll just keep quiet about my own angst!

As for a job, I don't have one yet - officially - but I've been offered one and unless they find something in my background that they don't like, I'll be working within a couple of weeks.
At the BCB (Big Canadian Bank).
Starting off as a teller but there's much opportunity for advancement there.

(My education and experience are in science and community organizations (not-for-profit) so it's a change in field too. I do like to reinvent myself.)

I've been tentatively looking for a job for a few months... but finally decided that I had to be a little more assertive about it. Jobs don't exactly fall into one's lap anymore.

I'd checked postings for office jobs in schools and libraries; registered with a couple of online job sites and posted resumes; applied for two or three positions but never heard back.

I knew the best chance I had was at the bank, and when I became really serious about this, I contacted a friend who happens to be the manager of the local branch down the street.
All I really expected her to do was send my resume to head office and hope for the best, and serve as a reference for me.

But she said,
"I have an opening here if you don't mind being a teller."
Huh?
This bank is a two minute drive or ten minute walk from my home.

So off to her office I waddled.
I know Manager from the days when she merely worked at the bank and also from various school committees since her son attended the same high school as mine.
We got along well and I often drove her home from meetings, since she DOES NOT DRIVE (attention Stephanie!).
Then she was transferred to another branch for awhile but recently returned here in triumph, as Manager!

We discussed the obvious issues such as how would I feel about her being my boss (no problem!) and how would I feel about working in the community where I live (I don't mind if they don't!)
I'm not the first local person they've hired, by far.

The harder parts are going to be standing on my feet all day, and having to SMILE.
They're very big on being polite to the customers.
They might have to remind me to smile once or twice but the rest I can handle.
Now I'm just waiting to hear if I'm cleared by their investigative people.
Manager asked if there was anything criminal in my background; I replied, "Nothing I've been caught for."
(I kill me sometimes!)

The one thing I am a little concerned about is that business last year about my bank card being ripped off and the fraud committed on my account.
Manager doesn't think it should be a problem.
Oh well, worst that can happen is I'll have to keep looking.


And the "Haircut" part?

Yesterday I made the mistake of telling my hairdresser (who's also a friend) that I was job hunting, BEFORE she cut my hair.
She went berserk.
She's a little younger than I am but thinks she's my mother.
"It's time for a change, Pauline!!!"

snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip...

...interrupted only by the argument she was having with her husband who was complaining that there was no food in the fridge.
(She works out of her home.)

Deep down I knew she was right but it was hard to give up my long hair.
It's not all THAT bad anyway.. only a little layered and chin-length. Not one of those old-lady haircuts.
(No offense to any readers who have old-lady haircuts. It just wouldn't suit me.)

Finally, courtesy of the digital camera for the "after" photo, we have:

BEFORE

and

AFTER*

See, Manager?
I'm SMILING!

*Suitable for framing or use as desktop wallpaper.


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