I do wish I looked like her.
It's a bit awkward to express admiration for my TV girlfriend now that I know a few people who know her (that breaks the rules), but I must. Bates Motel is on and I look forward to Monday nights like a lifeline. All the stress in my life fades away as I watch Norma tackle the various and sundry challenges offered by her childhood and children. My life "rolls easy as a breeze" (thank you, Paul Simon) compared to hers.
I do wish I looked like her.
Update! In spite of my lack of fluent Spanish, I was contacted following this interview. The person who had planned to leave the position decided to stay. They offered me a different position which I genuinely considered. After giving it some thought, I turned it down because I felt that it just wasn't quite the right fit. I have had enough experience to know that I should not take a job (even in a great place like Casa Guadalupe Center) if the job description is one that I think I would not enjoy.
I/ had a second job interview last week. This is very good news, I know, because I truly understand that job interviews are hard to come by and that they are at the very least confirmation that my resume is not being entirely ignored. I know I shouldn't smash the eggs before the chicks are hatched, but I don't think I'm going to get this one. That's too bad, because I would have loved the job. For me, it would have been a dream job. I doubt much money would have been involved, but I think it might have been enough. And that's all I really need -- just enough -- to put money away for my children's education.
I do believe (if I'm not deluding myself) that I interview well -- not perfect -- but well. I go in a bit nervous, but quickly move to a mode in which I present myself well, I approach the meeting with a genuine desire for both the interviewer and interviewee to come away knowing whether I would be a good fit for the job.
I think I would be a good fit for this position in every way except one -- I can't speak fluent Spanish. I'm learning, but I could never go in and pretend I am ready to communicate with a native Spanish speaker beyond, Hola. Come pan? Bebe cafe? (Hello. Eat bread? Drink coffee?) That's about all that's really sunk in so far! They said that fluent Spanish wasn't necessary, but I can see that another candidate with similar qualifications would be put in front of me for that reason.
It's disappointing because when I went in there it just felt right. The place had a really good energy. It's a non-profit, social services company, and the job itself would be very fast-paced, challenging, and rewarding. I guess it doesn't break any rules to mention the name of the place -- it's called Casa Guadalupe Center. On top of that, I have the perfect person all lined up to cover my homeschool duties; it would be good for her, good for me.
In the meantime, I have been accepted at a company as in independent contractor. Not the job with the capital "J" that I want, but another source of income. Some of my curriculum writing is bringing in small amounts as well, and that is satisfying because once it's written, it's done, and the money just pops in unexpectedly without any work on my part. The other new source of income is homeschool evaluations, which is nice, but if I were in a different situation I'd prefer to do those for free. Finally, my dogs, cats, and birds continue to bring in a bit as well.
I'd just like to pull some of those irons out of the fire and focus on one, satisfying job. I still wish I were a psychic medium -- then I could make $80 an hour or more just by relaying messages from dead people. Oh, well, not in this lifetime...
I'm Jennifer, the author who loves her novel, but doesn't want to think about it, talk about it, or write about it constantly.