On Friday, I escaped the bonds of housewifedom for a few hours and plunged back into the adult, workaday world again.
In other words, I had a job interview.
While I'm not interested in going back to work full-time, I am going a little shack-wacky here in the burbs. Being with the children can be fun and fulfilling, but many times it is also emotionally and physically draining, as well as boring. There are only so many times I can talk to Little I. about his favourite Transformers or teach A. how to spell a new word.
So about a week ago I called the manager of the local CBC Radio and asked if he wanted to meet and talk about casual work. He did.
We made a number of plans for a get-together, but my child-care schedule kept getting in the way. Finally, we agreed on Friday afternoon, since the Hubby gets off early on Fridays.
That morning was a flurry of washing and shaving and hair-styling. I picked up the boys at day camp and hauled them to the local McDonald's for lunch, then ran some errands around Esquimalt. Baby N. and Little I. dropped off to sleep in their car seats while the minivan sat in the Canex parking lot. A. listened to a CD while I put on make-up.
I marveled at how wrinkly I had become over the past year, and how the concealer was NOT concealing how old I looked.
We picked up the Hubby and headed downtown.
I was incredibly nervous.
I found the building easily enough, and the manager I had spoken to. He welcomed me into the office and we started talking.
The first thing he asked me was if I had been a lockout blogger.
"Why, yes," I stammered. "How did you know that?"
"Because I used to read you every day," he said. "I was on the management bargaining committee."
Oh dear Lord, I thought. There goes my casual job.
Seeing my discomfiture, he laughed. "I loved your blog," he chuckled.
After that, we got along like a barn on fire.
I've been added to his "stable" of available casuals, working the odd evening and weekend shift.
He even hinted about a full-time producer position being boarded right now, but that's too many hours for me right now and too much responsibility.
I can't tell you how relieved and comfortable I was in that news room. It felt like a little piece of home.
2 comments:
Congratulations, hon! I completely meant to ask you about this last night, but you know how my brain isn't working lately. I can't wait to hear about your first assignment!
xoxo
Does this mean I have to start doing Little Miss Know-it-All columns about you, too? I had hoped we were past all of this!
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