I need a big girl job.
I don’t come across very well on paper. I know this. I hate talking about how awesome I am. Which is very awesome. I mean if you met me, you’d be amazed at just how awesome.
I can pretty much do anything I put my mind to, but I can’t very well put that on a resumé, now can I? I can read and process pretty much anything. I can write well. I can work with even the most difficult people. I am intuitive. I have been a counselor without the credentials since I was in middle school. I am a keeper of secrets. I am a teller of stories. I can teach anyone anything. I can get even the most quiet person to talk, or the loudest person to contemplate. I can cook. I can clean. I can drive. I can solve puzzles. Honestly, I really can do just about anything.
I have too much education. I have too little education. I have the wrong education.
I have too much experience. I have too little experience. I have the wrong experience.
I am too Jesus-y. I am not Jesus-y enough. I am the wrong kind of Jesus-y.
I am too queer. I am not queer enough. I am the wrong kind of queer.
I applied for tons of jobs today from summer groundskeeper at General Mills to after school recreation leader at the local Y. Tomorrow I will apply for more jobs from a social media position to an emergency shelter case worker for homeless teenagers. I likely won’t hear back from any of them.
I probably forgot to mention the right words in the online application. I might have misspelled something on my resumé. I may have even said exactly the wrong words to attract the digital bot that reads the database that’s created from the website.
I forget when I worked where. I forget to mention that I’ve written grants at several different jobs. I forget to spell out exactly what my responsibilities are at every job I’ve ever had.
I am not a game player.
I am not a hoop jumper.
I want a job search in which I go to the person who is offering the job, introduce myself, talk with him or her over coffee, and then have my application placed in the circular file. Or not. The better outcome would be to actually be offered a big girl job.
I want authenticity and no tricks. I want relationship. I am 40. I am too old to trifle.
I want a chance. One small, simple chance. I am the best big girl for your job. Let me prove it to you.
I have advanced degrees.I have lots of experience.
Can you please hire me?
I promise I won’t let you down.