For the first time in 36 years I have gone to a job interview. The last 4 1/2 months off have been nice but after a while one can get pretty bored so in the last month I have sent out job applications to several golf courses, Blue Mountain and the Scenic Caves in hopes of securing part time work. I had no bites from the golf courses which is probably good because many of the jobs required a 6:00 to 6:30 AM start time. On average I get up around 6:30 to 7 which is not exactly late but to have to get up at 5:15 in the morning did not appeal to me. I also applied at Blue for a mountain bike guide job but they wanted someone 5 days a week and that was not something that interested me.
Several weeks ago I did see a help wanted ad in the paper for the Scenic Caves. They were looking for zipline-treetop walk guides which sounded like a fun job and something I might like so I applied and yesterday was interview day. If I remember correctly, 36 years ago I would go to job interviews trying to seem older and more mature. I doubt anyone bought that act but eventually I did get the job at Bell because my Aunt, a Bell employee, gave me an interview reference card. Yesterday I tried to look young and vigorous, bright eyed and bushy tailed, hale and hardy, rough and ready. I guess I was hoping the interviewer was blind and deaf. I limped out of the car with a stiff knee, my thinning grey hair and orthopaedic shoes exposing me for what I am, a 56 year old who has had his share of hard knocks physically and psychologically. Lucky for me it's easier to hide 36 years of Bell induced disillusion than it is a sore knee.
The interview itself seemed to go well and I will know in a few days whether or not I will once again be gainfully employed. My fingers are crossed even though that hurts as well.
I GOT THE JOB! I GOT THE JOB! What the hell am I doing? I don't need a job. I'm retired. What the hell was I thinking. Who cares if the dog is sick of looking at me lazing around. Tough shit for him. What about my afternoon nap?.......naps. I'm going to search for my marbles now.
I'd be useless at that because I would keep going for rides on the zipline myself.
ReplyDeleteHey Zippy I'll have to give it a try. Are you the one that will make sure I am all clipped in????
ReplyDeleteI think I will be chief knot tyer and head buckle fastener although the only knot I really know is a slip knot.
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