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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