These last few weeks at home have been spent in an uneven mix of job hunting, moping and television. As you may have guessed, the majority of my time has been taken by the latter two tasks.
Being alone in the house was great for a little while, but after about a week and a half I started to get bored and felt sorry for myself because I hadn't found a job yet. I had applied for a lot of positions online! Why hadn't more companies called me, begging me to work for them? Once the self pity set in, I began filling my days and nights with Breaking Bad. I had neglected watching it before because I didn't want another distraction from my school work. Now, being out of school, I had the time and the only logical option was to binge watch the entire series. So, after a week and a half of bed rest and horrible nightmares of drug use and crime, it was time to pull myself out of bed and put some damn pants on.
Okay, perhaps I've sold myself a little short here. In my first few days and home, I had three job interviews. Two at the local Shoppers Drug Mart, and one with the School District. My first interview at Shoppers went exceptionally well. The managers conducting the interview completely overlooked my lack of experience due to my abilities to charm them with my communication skills. I almost thought they would offer me the [cosmetics manager] job on the spot. However, the second interview, which was with the owner of the store, didn't go quite as well. Unlike the other two guys, he did not seem too keen on my lack of experience in sales and management - fair enough.
My interview with the School District ended successfully, as my former high school principal added me to the "Unqualified Teacher On Call" list. However, due to the teachers strike I obviously wasn't in a classroom. I used the strike as a scapegoat for my moping and excessive t.v watching. I didn't want to get another job only to have the strike end and start getting called in, right? So, in bed I stayed.
After a verbal ass-kicking from my parents, I put on my best professional woman disguise and went back on the job hunt. I think it's safe to say that everyone in the employment resource centre knows me and most of the businesses in town have received a copy of my resume.
On Tuesday, I squeezed myself into a pair of black tights, laced my platform heels, threw on some lipstick and went down to service centre. This is an area of town that hosts most of the industrial companies. Needless to say, I looked very out of place in a sea of men sporting steel-toe boots and hi-vis vests. In spite of this, I marched myself into each of these businesses and embarrassed myself with pride, lipstick and all. I may have had better luck if I was wearing blue jeans and a hard hat. Oh well. At least I looked hot, right? Maybe they'll remember the goofy looking girl in the skirt.
Thankfully, my time of unemployment and moping came to an official end. On Wednesday, I got my first ever call-in to substitute teach a grade one class at Kildala elementary school. It was so much fun, and although I would like to primarily sub at the middle and high school levels, it was awesome to break into teaching with little kids. They don't judge you quite as hard ;)
Tomorrow I have a job interview at a restaurant, so we will see how that goes.
In other news, my underwear drawer and closet are organized, and today I finally dug my three totes of stuff out of storage. Things in Kitimat are starting to fall into place. The next step: join the bloody gym. Heaven help me.
Until the next update,
xx Banchee
(some photos of Kitimat life)
Ting-Ya and I drinking tea on Tuesday watching New Girl and the Mindy Project!
Alcan's 60 years in operation celebration.
My dad and I watching an Old Timer league hockey game in Terrace.
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