First, some rambling.
About ten or twelve days ago the pinched nerve in my neck went crazy again. I’ve written about this before: the flames licking my shoulder, the throb of pain in my forearm, the dead wood feeling in my hand, the sleepless nights. I’m tempted to complain, but I keep seeing people with only one hand or only part of a hand. Seriously. I have seen at least six people who are truly hand-challenged. This really takes away from my ability to whinge about a pinched nerve. So I’ll stop before I get started. And I’ll head off to my chiropractic (gulp!) appointment later this morning.There will probably be people in the waiting room with broken bones jutting out and raw nerves flapping around and I’ll feel like a jerk for taking up valuable alternative modalities time.
Perspective, people. It’s all about perspective.
Other news, last week I had coffee with Vancouver Island’s newest publishing sensation. Chevy Stevens is the author of the soon-to-be-published Still Missing. It’s a psychological thriller set on the island. Stevens is absolutely delightful in person and it was fun to talk with her about book and about that pre-publication moment. There has been a ton of attention paid to her book and with good reason. Amazing plotting, great twist, engaging characters, plus a loyal dog! My kind of writer! She has been signed to write three books and I can’t wait to read what comes next.
Other news. The birds around here have been busy. They have, in fact, built several nests under our deck. See?
Those little lumps in between the joists (right word?) are nests. Too bad about the garage underneath! Also, I’ve laid a tarp over the deck so the babies won’t get wet when it rains, as it seems determined to do all summer. I look forward to massive quantities of bird poop, feathers and mayhem dripping down the front of our deck all season. Save time: call the health department now!
Finally, this is the season when teens drop off resumes for that all-important summer job. This brings me to the unsolicited advice part of the blog.
As I’ve mentioned from time to time, I’m a committed workaholic. I haven’t had fewer than two jobs since I was sixteen or so. My comfort level is somewhere between three and four. In other words, I know from getting jobs!
My mother was a very good trainer on the getting jobs front and I’d like to pass on some of what she learned me. Because of course, no one asked me and I’m bossy.
When seeking employment by dropping off resumes, do not bring your friends along. Yesterday I saw two young women in the juice bar.They held suspicious-looking sheets of resume-ish paper in their hands.
“Are you hiring at all?” asked one.
“Like people to work here?” said the other.
You aren’t both going to get hired unless it’s at Playville or White Water Fun Times or some other place that requires volume in employees. Going job hunting with a friend suggests you don’t like to do things alone. And what happens on the job with people who can’t be alone? Their friends are at the place of work all the time, stinking the place up and getting in the way. These are the employees who ignore customers because they’re telling Jill and Kate what happened last night at the Amazing Party at Matt’s House. These are the employees who take personal calls when a person is just trying to buy a slice of pizza. For instance.
I’m not saying that if you drop off resumes by yourself you like being alone. You might end up having friends around all the time. But your boss won’t know that the moment she/he lays eyes on you and you’ll be more likely to get hired and have someplace for you and your friends to hang out.
What you wear does matter. The girls in the juice bar had on what appeared to be a combination of favourite childhood nightwear and three-track-meets worth of dirty workout clothes. The ensembles appeared very comfy, but they didn’t call out “Responsible!”, “Committed to Performance!”, “On Time!” Instead, they called out: “Will Definitely Sleep In!”, “Don’t Give a Shit, Really!” and “Customers Can Get Lost Because I’d Rather Be Playing XBox.”
You don’t have to go all crazy and wear a suit, but neat and presentable goes a long way. Dropping off resumes is why dress slacks and simple blouses were invented, practically.
Find out when the business is busiest. Don’t go and ask to speak to the manager at that time. In a restaurant, the busiest time is breakfast, lunch and dinner. In a juice bar, the busiest time is whenever there’s a lineup. Wait until the paying customers have cleared out before asking for a few minutes of the manager’s time. I have seen restaurant managers come close to having a stroke when job seekers come around at peak times. I have also seen many resumes on fancy paper tossed in the trash because they arrived at the wrong time.
I’ve got lots of other tips and tricks for anyone interested in a lifetime of overwork but I don’t want to give up all the good stuff at once. One of you might come along and take one of my jobs and we can’t be having that.