February 21, 2011
I am typing this BLOG-as I ride to Boston, on an express bus-filled with people who appear to be "world-weary" and apprehensive about "Monday", in general.
For those who know me well-I AM an "odd duck".
I AM that weird one who actually enjoys going to the dentist. I can hear the collective moan and it resonates.
I AM that impish woman~child who gets a kick out of going to a car wash in the winter. I enjoy shoveling the front walkway for the postal carrier and throwing snowballs at the sabre-like icicles that threaten to skewer me from my rooftop.
I LIKE Mondays-as I approach the new day with refreshed optimism and a child-like anxiousness regarding today's "Job Fair". This is not to confuse my excitement with any sense of naivete'; when it comes to the "dreaded JOB SEARCH".
Many may think, "Why is she looking for a new career path-when she is already juggling three or more "jobs", nearly seven days per week as it is?"
The answer is: "Because, I am slaving at JOBS-not nurturing a CAREER path".
I'm seeking new challenges and new opportunities to GROW-LEARN-SUCCEED.
For me, it is one thing to "clock in" and "endure the slings and arrows of outrageous" exotic drinks for minimum wage, while dodging the insults from chronic alcoholics.....or, to substitute teach high school students with doomed attitudes for a paltry paycheck. It is an altogether different and laudable experience to ENJOY one's work and to be paid fairly for one's efforts. Not that I would KNOW what that is like: I am still in the fantasy world of the "what-ifs?"
I am typing this BLOG-as I ride to Boston, on an express bus-filled with people who appear to be "world-weary" and apprehensive about "Monday", in general.
For those who know me well-I AM an "odd duck".
I AM that weird one who actually enjoys going to the dentist. I can hear the collective moan and it resonates.
I AM that impish woman~child who gets a kick out of going to a car wash in the winter. I enjoy shoveling the front walkway for the postal carrier and throwing snowballs at the sabre-like icicles that threaten to skewer me from my rooftop.
I LIKE Mondays-as I approach the new day with refreshed optimism and a child-like anxiousness regarding today's "Job Fair". This is not to confuse my excitement with any sense of naivete'; when it comes to the "dreaded JOB SEARCH".
Many may think, "Why is she looking for a new career path-when she is already juggling three or more "jobs", nearly seven days per week as it is?"
The answer is: "Because, I am slaving at JOBS-not nurturing a CAREER path".
I'm seeking new challenges and new opportunities to GROW-LEARN-SUCCEED.
For me, it is one thing to "clock in" and "endure the slings and arrows of outrageous" exotic drinks for minimum wage, while dodging the insults from chronic alcoholics.....or, to substitute teach high school students with doomed attitudes for a paltry paycheck. It is an altogether different and laudable experience to ENJOY one's work and to be paid fairly for one's efforts. Not that I would KNOW what that is like: I am still in the fantasy world of the "what-ifs?"
I am now sitting in the warmth of the Radisson lobby-preparing to "freshen up" and enter the Job Fair.
As I walked from the subway station to Stuart St., the wet snow clung to my hair. I looked into a cafe window and agreed to get my "root touch-up" done this week. My eyes were watering like a frenzied poodle as the wind clung to my second application of cover stick and Lash Blast.
The closer that I get to the convention center~the louder the shrill voice of insecurity whistles through my brain, heart and soul.
For every cheer that I award myself-there are ten votes of "no-confidence" that enjoy clog dancing on my enthusiasm.
It's probably because I have danced to this "pony show" many times in my life; and, now that I am not "fresh-out-of-college" I throw a cautionary "force-field" of self-protection around my persona to laugh off those who may view me as too "seasoned" for consideration. "SEASONED" is a euphemism for "OLD".
Trust me when I say, I have an abundance of experience and insight within the fields of Education, Sales, Journalism and Media-but, I am also presently and have long been-a bartender, a substitute teacher, a free-lance actress and concurrently, a pauper.
There are enough "naysayers" who enjoy sorting through a mountain of resumes and interviews-only to send my resume and application into the paper shredder. I have no fear of those who have nothing to offer me in return.
It is the voice of uncertainty within myself that is my enemy. I will now slay that enemy with a conscious decision to take it in stride, ENJOY the moment and leave with a sense of accomplishment.
When I am finished here-I will walk to two casting agencies and drop off my photos and acting resume.
I am in Boston to create MY world.
And right now....this very minute...I am going to sign off, freshen up-again....put my "SMILE" on, walk into the JOB FAIR and kick some serious butt.
My personal latitude is a gift to myself.
Enjoy YOUR Monday.
Smiles~KWB
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