Ignore yesterday's ranting and raving, everything is fine in Candyland. I received a call from the executive recruiter and the issue for next week was a mere Spring Break/Vacation thing. Apparently some of the folks they want me to meet are out on vacation. Phew....
CONEY ISLAND LOOK ALIKES
My husband, daughter and I went to the local Coney Island Restaurant for a weekly greek salad, chilli cheese fries and egg white omelete. Anyways, I had the weirdest observation, I guess it was the first time I was paying attention. Ok.. the observation is that I look like every other girl in my town. We all have curly brown hair, were wearing cargo cropped olive pant, t-shirts and over the shoulder across the body purses. It was kind of an Agressa (spelling) moment. This is a Weeds mini series reference - great show - check it out. Tiny boxes we all live in ticky tacky little boxes and we all do just the same. The point of this nonsense is that I was hesitant to move because of the uniqueness of my hometown. Yet, we are all the same... weird. Never noticed.
REALIZATION
I need to realize that when you are unemployed your time clock moves slower than business. I need to think about how many more people are involved around the interview on their side. It is a good lesson for me to remember when I begin recruiting again for a company. There needs to be a lot of communication touch points to avoid candidates from freaking out (like me). Realization 2 - I guess you take on the look of your town. I wonder if I move what my new look will morph into. Maybe blond, jeans and a satchel bag... haha... HAPPY EASTER
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