I sabotaged myself again. I have been waiting 2 weeks for the job fair. I sat with an HR specialist to refresh my resume and interview skills. I went to the public library and used the computers to make myself a new resume. I went to the copy center to print copies of that resume. I took off my blue nail polish. I put together the most ordinary black & grey outfit I have – to hide the fact that I only have one pair of shoes, and they are tennis shoes – because I live in a homeless shelter.
I did all of these preparations, and then I showed up at the job fair one-half hour before quitting time. Why did I do that?!
…then I ran around like a chicken trying to determine which jobs would be suitable for me. You’re hiring limo drivers? No, thank you. You’re hiring veterans? No, thank you. You’re hiring a Social Worker? No can do. For a moment I thought I wouldn’t be able to give my shiny new resume to anyone.
I do excel when there’s a crisis or a deadline, though. Maybe that’s why I waited until the 11th hour. I did give out 6 resumes and fill out 2 applications in thirty minutes flat. One customer service job runs 24/7. They are my best bet for a work schedule with no Shabbats. Minimum wage, I assume.
sigh. I feel depressed. I guess the randomness of my life is finally getting to me. I wanna go home. I want Israel.