I am not earning enough meet my goals. It’s time to find second job to earn more money so I can eliminate more bad debt, save for college, and open more opportunities for me.
Retail’s finicky nature just isn’t cutting it. It is a feast and famine industry for those on the lower rungs. I am the fortunate few that works at a company that’s flexible and does its best to take care of their employees. During busy parts of the year, management schedules me for up to 40 hours a week. My hours never go below 20 hours to retain the same healthcare benefits my full-time companions participate in. For that, I am thankful and blessed. I intend to keep my current job and stay with my company for the long-term. It’s a great part-time gig. I can see myself with the company for another five to ten years.
I need to gain experience to move me forward. Future positions I would like to earn requires certain experience, skills, and knowledge. I hope my next job will be a stepping stone towards those positions. I’m lucky enough to possess a large variety of interests and can fit into many roles. I’m seeking a job in public service/customer service, finance/banking, real estate and development, outdoor or finance advocacy, and public policy. I’m willing to interview for positions a step or two below my target position. We all have to start somewhere. We all need to prove ourselves.
I started preparing my job search last Wednesday. I began tweaking my master resume. It looks very good. I’ve sent to a couple of people to get their input. In few days, I will visit Harper College’s Career Center to fine tune it before it goes out in the wild. Running made me healthier. I lost some weight and my business focused clothes are ill fitting. I’ll see if the suits can be salvaged at the tailor. I am in an tough position because I’m training and losing weight. I don’t want to spend too much money on new clothes because I’ll shrink out of them soon. I don’t want to miss an opportunity because I’m being pound foolish with my clothes. I think I’ll buy just enough to get away with it. I’m getting close to my ideal weight. Goodwill and clearance racks, here I come.
A few opportunities have popped up since telling everyone I’ve been searching for another job. My friend Kathie alerted me to a job open house at the local Social Security Administration office. Unfortunately, I was tied up with other commitments but the district manager allowed me to see her. Others have offered to forward my resume to people they know. Those are good signs in a poor job market. People are willing to help a friend out.
