Caught your attention with THAT title—didn’t I??Get the dirty thoughts outta ya heads, you naughty people, you!!! I’m talking about being “hard” on myself! At least that’s what Bonaparte is telling me lately…
It goes like this….
A large corporation, one that has great benefits, great pay and a great corporate culture, got in touch with me because they liked my resume. A phone interview was set up. It went well. (Or so I thought)
..or so I THOUGHT it went well! I’m still trying to figure out WHY I wasn’t called in for an actual interview? Could it be she didn’t like my New York/Long Island accent?
The HR person I spoke to told me that the management team would review both my resume and the outcome of our phone interview.
While I was out and about on Friday, I received a message that I would not be called in for a face-to-face interview.
I also found out the job interview I went on during the week, didn’t pan out.
My heart is breaking.
Between the job news and Oona moving, I sat down and had a long, long cry! Remember that song by Crystal Gayle? “Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue”? Well, I was crying and singing “Don’t it Make My Crossed-Eyes Blue”!
Don’t know when I’ve been so blue
Don’t know what’s come of the interview
You’ve found younger and new
And don’t it make my crossed eyes blue
“Wahhhhhhhh” My crossed-eyes are just so blue–and watery from crying!
Bonaparte said in his adorable accent of which I could barely understand:
“Cassee. Ou ahr bee-ang too ‘ard on ouselllllllllllvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!” “Ou nid to be reh-laxxxxxxxdddde”
(translation: “Cathe. You are being too hard on yourself. You need to be relaxed!”
Mind you, I had this self-pitying breakdown just moments before my son arrived. AND he arrived with a girl. A girl I’ve never met before. I literally had to put on my “big girl” panties. No. I really did have to put them on because my ass and tummy got so large that I had to wear a body shaper! I cannot be fat mom—especially when my son brings a girl home! OK???
My body was shaped, but the fat was just redistributed in spillage!
Anyway, within seconds of Jake’s arrival, I was fine! I was just genuinely happy to see him and we all had a great dinner and I drank too much wine. You wanna know something? I have a two-drink limit. Seriously. I can only drink two Kir Royales—beyond that, like wine with dinner, I get really blasted and then have a hangover the next day.
Actually, ONE Kir Royale is my limit….but with mixing wine…
…even a glass or two of a nice Rose, I’m just not in good shape!
I was hung over yesterday. I swear to god, I cannot mix anything!! ANYTHING! We had Rosé with dinner and my son kept refilling our glasses. Between the wine and the champagne and crème de cassis, my head hurt and my stomach needed a greasy bagel with egg, ham, and cheese. But—I’m on a “quest” to lose weight (NOTE—I’m no longer using the word “diet”—it’s not happening. “Quest” or “Journey” will be my new words for my feeble attempts to drop pounds!)
So back to my “job” search….
It baffles me that the only job I was able to snag was that two-week stint with the band of grifters.
Ok–so they didn’t seduce or murder me on the job, but that two-week stint really conned me. They murdered my ego and self-esteem!
The boss who fired me, upon hiring me, welcomed me into her world of “misfits”! That could mean one of two things.
Now, THESE little Toy misfits are more my style!
Am I such a loser that I couldn’t even “fit in” with the misfits..or..I was so incredible that I was not able to “fit in” with the misfits. Presently, in my delusional world, I’m hoping that the later was the reason!
My resume is “Resumazing”! No—really. It is. I can type 70 WPM, I’m a wiz at Word. At my past positions, I created spreadsheets on the average of three times a week. I’ve added formulas, additional workbooks, pivot tables. I’ve corrected others’ spreadsheets too. Fun in an office environment is Power Point for me! I love creating PP presentations!
Little Wythe Tote Goes To France Click on to see my PP presentation about my little tote in France!
I’ve helped co-workers with issues they’ve had with Word.
I graduated from Katie Gibbs! I love being a support person! I’m loyal like a doggie when it comes to working for someone.
Right now, I’m starting to get scared. As much as I appreciate Bonaparte’s support and good graces, I don’t want to depend on him. We are a team! Teams work together. I feel that I’m not carrying my weight (well, I’m carrying a different kind of weight—OK???) to contribute to the household.
Besides MY weight, I sometimes feel like I’m carrying the weight of the world around with me!
It’s such a shitty position to be in. I’m 60 years in. Corporations want young blood that is cheaper and less prone to medical issues. It’s better for a young employee to call up on a Monday with a hangover than for an older employee to call in with a back issue. Am I right???
What to do? What to do????
I’ll tell you what to do! I’ll keep pluggin’ away. Never losing hope, I just do NOT give up! When Bonaparte and others ask me how “the interview” went. I’ll smile and cheerfully give them the answer I always do.
“Oh. It went really well!” “I thought about my answers and gave them honest and logical answers and added a touch of humor”. “I was myself!”
That’s right! Atypical60’s advice to all. Be yourself! Always! Never, ever, ever be anyone else. Don’t try.
Like Popeye, “I yam what I yam” Always be yourself!
At some point between now and when I’m 90 and sauntering around in stilettos and a walker, someone is bound to hire me!
I’ll still be hopeful at 90! Ripples, wrinkles and all!
OFF TOPIC MOMENT: Remember how I wrote about getting that great extra-large Longchamp Weekender bag at CDG Airport for a steal of 49.50 Euros???? I saw a much smaller Longchamp Le Pliage bag for $99.00. YES! I’m even happier over my airport buy!
The Magic of Rondini and Working the Soldes. Click on the link..I’ve got my Longchamp bag in that post!
TJ Maxx. $99.00. Trust me, that’s still a really good price for this bag!
Enjoy this beautiful Sunday! Oh. Today’s song is one that I’m actually listening to on the radio. I have to tell you, we listen to “Nostalgie” radio when we’re in the car in France. I found out through the website and blog “Comme Un Francaise” that the radio station could be uploaded/downloaded on your phone.
I love it. Here’s France Gall singing “Résiste”. She’s got something about an egoist in the song too—I need to build my ego up!