Tuesday, June 20, 2006

I am done selling myself short. No really, this time I mean it.

Why Joanna, what ever are you talking about?

I am talking about employment people. Jobs. Money. Degrees.

I am talking about what I think I am worth in this working world.

In my desperate attempt to escape the daily screaming and pooping and cleaning match that is stay at home mom and house wife that my mother would shit a brick over if she could see that I have become, I have been applying, like no other, to jobs everywhere. We are talking in Metropolis, near the great lake, up in the valley, next to the big river… EVERYWHERE. Unfortunately for me, six years of schooling, a master’s degree, speaker at various conferences, tri lingual, book published, and a very diverse resume isn’t getting me shit. Why? Because I am not LICENSED. I am trying to GET licensed but I am needing a job that gives me the hours with the supervision and the education that pays back my stipend….

…That lives in the house that Jack built.

I digress….

Last week I had my second interview in Metropolis at the place where CS used to work. They were interviewing me and one other person for two positions. Safe to say that I nailed the interview. However, it pays only 36 grand a year, which is not what I am worth. My minimum asking price is 40. Plus, it is not a stipend-approved placement. Fuck that.

Also last week was a very promising placement interview with an adoption agency near the Great Lake. In fact, it was next to the docks on the Great Lake (I’ll let you figure out which one.) The job was with an adoption agency for a case manager. Perks: commute is less then a half hour with traffic; the hours are flexible; can work from home so nanny isn’t needed everyday for the nutter butter; BENEFITS; repays stipend; nice people. The down side? 24/7 on call to your case load (which is about 13-15 cases, much less then the usual 150 or so a person of my education would get.) They also flagged my resume because I knew ASL. Niiiice.

However, I walked out of that interview feeling as if I had blown the whole damn thing. I mean, really felt like there was not a shot in hell. But if there wasn’t a shot in hell, why was the guy asking me if I would need accommodations for my hearing? Why was he asking me if I would work near the river or the Great Lake or even in Metropolis? Hmmm…

Any way, yesterday they actually called me for a second interview, which I have tomorrow. I told the girl who was going to interview me that I was surprised they were still interested because I felt do discouraged when I left. She told me that Jay (the interviewer) does that to everyone. Good to know.

Today I had an interview in the valley. More like a meet and greet conversation then an interview. Too long of a commute. But it pays back the stipend for sure because it’s funded through the same program as the stipend. Hmm.

As I was talking on the phone with Moe and trying to find parking I got a call waiting beep. I clicked over, not recognizing the number and hoping it was another job hit. Sure enough, it was a woman who wanted to interview me. I told her I would call her back after this interview. Yes, I have another interview scheduled for Thursday in the Great Plains area. Not too bad. A reverse commute really.

Oh no… the good news doesn’t end there. I got home and the cell rang again. Another interview, this time with an senior’s agency in Oakville, near the great lake. Nice. In fact, the lady knew me! I went to one of her trainings when I was interning with the senior center. Excellent. Stipend repayment? Not sure but its an interview. That’s on Friday.

But no, it doesn’t end there. Yet another call came in about half an hour later. The prefix on the number on caller ID said that it was from Metropolis. Hmmm… I didn’t want to answer and have it be job interview place one and I would have to shoot them down. I sent it to voice mail.

Alas, it was from ANOTHER senior center. This interview is scheduled for next Wednesday. Originally they weren’t interested in because they were looking for some one who spoke Korean. Yeah, you are shit out of luck there. But now they are interested in me.

I am never selling myself short again. I am the mother fucking bomb.

posted by Nut's mom at 3:11 PM

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