Somedays I can tell that I haven't had a job for a long time. Last week I went to license the utility trailer and all I knew was that it was the 20-something of April. Today I was excited because it was hump-day then I realized it is Thursday. Hump-day isn't so much a hump anymore without a real job but it is the little things in life that keep us sane. Right?
There was one promising job in the paper this morning. I rewrote my resume and cover letter for it and promptly submitted it via email. If I tell you what it was for then I will jinx myself so I won't tell anyone what I apply for anymore--not that I really did that often. I am just tired of being asked "Hey, did you get the job as a tic-tac counter? I just love orange tic-tacs." ME: "No." *then I cry*
There were two jobs on Craigslist that I definitly do not want and would not be good at. One is a chef. I am only good at cooking for my family. In a large restaurant I probably wouldn't do so well. I can however make sloppy joes very excellently and hot dogs. I am good at hot dogs.
There was also a job posted for an assistant woodworker. That is not one I should try. Ever. I am very clumsy. Honestly. When I worked in Idaho, I got hurt at work so often that my boss forbid me from filing another worker's comp claim. I am serious.
Once I fell and broke my butt (later I just found out it was only the tail bone but I still tell people that I fell so hard it cracked my butt). Another time I was sitting at my desk and dropped a pencil. Usually not an eventful action for people. For me it was. See, as I was sitting in my chair I bent forwardish rather quickly to pick the pencil up with my very long arms. Only my arm wasn't as long as I thought and I smacked the bridge of my nose on the edge of the desk. I broke my nose. No shit. Sitting right there at a desk job--I got two black eyes and broke my nose.Another time we were posting a job site on a very windy day. So windy in fact that when I reached up to pull the hatch down on the back of the vehicle, the wind caught it and that automatic shutting hatch which normally comes down really slow--not so slow in a 40 mile per hour wind. Smash! It came down on my face and cut the skin off my nose. Actually, I just felt it hit my nose and I keeled over and was like "Oh *#!#" (It actually sounded more like the F-word). Then I yelled to my co-worker who was wondering what the hell was going on as I am bent over screaming "I think I broke my nose and it appears to be bleeding." He says "Let me see." I uncupped my hands and showed him. His face=white. His response "Oh shit! You didn't just break it, Nikki. You cut your nose off!" That is when he gave me his red fleece vest and told me not to look in the mirror. He was such a good friend. He took me to the Emergency Room where I was in luck that it was a clean cut and I had my nose flap glued back on. He even called my husband -then boyfriend- to tell him where I was. Also, he didn't mind that I had put blood all over his vest. He was the best kind of co-worker to have.....
So anyway, maybe that would give you a little perspective as to why I don't think I will be applying for the woodworker position. I drew a picture of how my first day would go.