Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Honest Truth On...

What's To Come


It has been a while since I have written anything due to my quest for employment, and it is that quest that brings me here. It seems that the ball is moving, it has taken three months and over one hundred applications for me to receive an interview. The last few days I spent preparing for this interview, most of it trying to sound better, smarter, more qualified than the other faceless candidates. If sending out endless applications seemed depressing, evaluating one’s weaknesses takes the cake. It was during a thought invoked daze at work that I received another call about a position I had applied for. Things are moving. And this is good.

Tomorrow I will drive three hours to my hometown and try to convince a stranger I am an amazing professional, and all I can think about is the summer I was about eight. My neighborhood friends and I created a club (you know, the kind you talk about, but never happens) where we would do “stuff”. But we realized to do “stuff” we needed money. So, the little entrepreneurs we were, we decided to offer our labor in exchange for money. We knocked on a neighbor’s door and told him we would weed his yard for eight dollars. He agreed, and we had our first job.

What we didn’t realize was the size of his backyard. It was everywhere. And it was full of weeds. Everywhere. The three of us spent the morning working on it under his close supervision (because he needed to make sure he got his money’s worth…). We took a lunch break, then got back to work. It took the better part of our day, and by the end of it we were too exhausted to do “stuff”. We each took our cut and rode our bikes home. I made two dollars that day.


That was one of the most important business lessons I ever learned. I look back on that, laugh, and I am glad I was able to have that experience as a child. It was my first taste for what was to come. For some reason, this is what comes to mind the day before I have my first interview as a college graduate. 

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