Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Thoughts about jobs and careers

I need a job. Substitute teaching just isn't cutting it- not consistent enough AND summer is coming soon, so that small pot of dollars will be drying up too. I applied to work as the counter girl at the local Tastee freeze with a manager who is still in high school- she's going to decide to hire me or not... I'm not a job snob and I'm not too proud, but really? The Tastee Freeze?!?

I really really had a few things I didn't want to do: I don't want to work with kids of any age, I don't want to work with old people, I don't want to sell stuff, I don't want to work with animals. I'm not sure I want to work with people of any kind. I don't want to be in charge and I don't want to be a Wal-Mart greeter. I don't want to work with sick people. I don't want to work for a not-for-profit and earn my own salary. I don't want to work with poor people. I don't want to life heavy stuff, either. In the 1980s movie Say Anything I am totally in touch with what Lloyd Dobbler told Diane Court's dad: "I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that."

I also don't have a network. I don't seem to know people who are in the know. I don't know those who are influential. I also don't know anyone who can or will call someone and say, "I'm going to send you my friend Maggie's resume and she is great. I hope you could interview her if you have an opening in your company- she would be a real asset." I just don't KNOW these kinds of people. Okay, wait- I know 2 of these kinds of people. One of them is a past Sam who would let me be is mistress, but I'm not sure what sort of salary comes with that- but I am going to call him! the other is a Former Sam from Alaska- I did talk to him, but we'll get to that later.

Daddy-O and I were brainstorming possible jobs for me tonight:
  • Apprehension Agent. I could go after bail jumpers just like Stephanie Plum. But I'm afraid of getting hit or shot or having someone spit bodily fluids at me. And I don't like guns. If I got a gun, I could be so pissed because I would end up shooting a hole in my purse. Can't you just hear that conversation as I'm trying to bring down the bad guy? "OMG, you bastard," I would say to the perpetrator. "I just shot a hole in my best Prado bag- and do you know how much that genuine imitation cost me?" So maybe trying to be the next Dog the Bounty Hunter isn't the best job for me. And I bet that no one is going to give me my own personal Ranger or a Joe Morelli... if they did, I would totally sign up and be the cutest agent... ever!
  • FBI Agent. Several problems with this because I just can't run at all so that could be a problem; isn't there some sort of physical training requirement? And I don't think Kevlar comes in Plus Sizes. Furthermore, I think that the simple black windbreaker with the letters FBI on the back is just so plain, so ordinary, so nondescript. Now, if they would let me do some redesigning and I could have the black windbreaker- because black is so flattering and slimming- but I want the FBI to be in pink satin with glitter or sparkly outlining.
  • Forest Ranger. This might not be the best job for me because I H*A*T*E nature. And I look terrible in green; green makes me look all washed out and jaundice. I also would get lost in the woods because I have no sense of direction. I couldn't point out Poison Ivy unless there was a HUGE sign that said "POISON IVY GROWING HERE- STAY OUT". I would leave a trail of bread crumbs but my luck is that those little bastards Hansel and Gretel would eat 'em. Though, it would give me an excuse to use my flare gun. Forest Rangers get flare guns, right?
The Former Sam of Alaska Fame is about the only networking connection I have; he and I were having a conversation today. He and I were getting along swimmingly so we had a good time with possible job ideas. After telling him what I want to do and not do, and telling him I want to work east of the Mississippi if possible (New Orleans is negotiable), we laughed and joked lots in the brainstorming of possible job opportunities. We crossed hooker off the list though My Former Sam said I had skills that couldn't be put on a resume anywhere else other than in Nevada. He does have a connection with someone who works at a casino doing collections- I could totally help with that! Did you see Grosse Pointe Blank? I could Marcella to this guy's Martin! Another guy he knows is the only doctor in a small town hospital- maybe an administrative position... but that might involve working with sick people-- see above. We thought I could work as a pharmaceutical rep... a legal drug pusher- we couldn't even say that without laughing hysterically.

The other problem with My Former Sam of Alaska is that while he and I have worked through our differences, his friends... might not have decided to like me just because he does. He said I might have to change my name and lie about where I graduated from college. And claim a different state of residence. And don't list that I lived and taught in the Wild West. Then they might not connect the dots between him and me and might actually give me a job... Hmmmmm, it's sort of sad that he's my "big" connection. Oh dear....

I make two job connections to John Cusak movies so maybe there's a future there for me...? So, today if I don't get called to sub and if Tastee Freeze doesn't come through, then I guess I'll apply to wait tables at the local dinette or at the gas station where I could be a Pump Girl.

You want fries with that?,


Ty-Anna said...

Pump Girl? is that an actual job? ... hmmm sounds like tastee freeze is the possible winner, but then again you could become a victim of ageism...the manager may want to hire her friends first or some cute guy... good luck!

Curley said...

That list of jobs that you don't want to do sounds just like the list of jobs that my oldest unemployed since December doesn't want to do. So funny.

Maggie said...

Ty-Anna- i think back in the 1950s the guys who did the full service thing to your car when you drove up to get fuel- clean the windshield, pump the gas, check the oil- they were called Pump Boys...

And if she hired her friends instead of me... well, I can't decide if I would be relieved or saddened.

Curley- maybe he and I should develop some sort of consulting business. I could deal with the people and he could be the "behind the scenes" man....

Anonymous said...

Hi there. Sorry about the job situations. I know what you mean about Tastee Freeze. I applied at Goodwill here and they never called. I'm not a job snob but I was somewhat offended when they didn't even CALL. No one has called! Either it's my age or they think I'm over qualified. Most companies ask for your previous salary. I stopped filling that in too. Maybe they don't think I'll work for what they offer! Who

I don't have any pics this week. Too bad for me!

Off to New Orleans tomorrow.

Hope Sam calls soon!

Later Gator..........patti

Maggie said...

Patti- I KNOW!!! they could at least call! I wish they would just at least call!

Have fun in New Orleans! I wish I was going with you!

good luck on your job hunt...!