Showing posts with label jobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jobs. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Please Don’t Offer Me a Job—I Can’t Afford It

In my February column, “I Want a New Job, but First I Need New Clothes, Hair and Makeup,” I list the many things that I felt I had to buy for a big job interview. (I’ll detail the interview results in March—quite laughable). I shocked myself by the tally: over $450 spent to try to put my best foot/face/body forward.

Does it really cost money to make money? Does it really cost that much to look good? Is that what’s meant by putting your money to work for you? No, I think not.

What I like about my current job is the lack of dress code—I get to wear jeans every day. That’s the perk for working off hours in a place where clients do not visit. I call it the coal mines, but I relish that part. No one to impress with your overpriced dress. You get to feel just yourself.

In thinking of a job change, that’s the one part I’d hate to give up. I hated walking into an office building for the interview where everyone had on business casual, heels, and looked so put together. I am never put together, and I’m comfortable that way. My hair won’t behave, so I let it be. My jeans fringe and have paint on them, my makeup disappears before the day does, and my back rejects heels. I am comfortable in my own skin, but not in $450 worth of newness. I tug and pull and walk weirdly and check my makeup. For some, that’s their natural state; they feel more themselves all pulled together. For me, not so much. I guess I’m a coal mine kind of girl, and it probably shows.

What have you done for a job interview?

Friday, November 5, 2010

Listless and Free

My latest column talked about the sabbatical my chronic list-making took ("The Surprising Sabbatical of My Lists"). The new routine of no-routine in summer caught me with my list down, and I reveled in it. The gift of a gift card also had its way with me, so my normal grocery list got thrown out the window. Along with my son out of school for summer, I also started a job that required I be gone half the time, which took up so much mental space that I forgot to list make (although I probably needed it more). Things were left undone, but I didn’t mind. Freedom from the list, listless, we enjoyed our free time.

Did summer stymie your to-do lists, or did they change in nature?
What was on your beach reading list? Really.
If you went from SAHM to working Mom, did your lists change?
Or, alternately, if you went from working Mom to SAHM, did they change?
What was on your summer vacation list?
Do your children make lists?
What in the world of Target would be on your list if you received a gift card?

On a completely random note, what do you think of the new ruling that 4-year-olds can now be sued, the little criminals?