January is the month that I said I would start looking for part-time work. I wouldn’t call my efforts robust by any stretch of the imagination, but I have at least applied for a handful of job openings. I write this right now with an ambivalent, cum Eva Peron attitude that murmurs low with a melodic verse of I kept my promise. I am ambivalent because I don’t actually want to get a job — yet anyway. But I look and I apply when I see something that looks semi-interesting.
I did see a position in my former field for which I dutifully e-mailed my resume. I got a two-sentence e-mail response within ten minutes of my hitting the SEND button on my own e-mail, which might be the quickest kiss-off that I’ve ever received. The unnamed person from the generic address responded that he/she has reservations about my suitability for a position that is three towns over from mine (about a 45 minute drive). I can’t blame him/her. I had the same concerns.
There was also the office support position at a local funeral home that included a 401(k) benefit for part-time work. It was only 20 hours a week, spreadsheet and data-entry experience required, and the ability to work with a range of personalities strongly recommended. I’m assuming that they meant with families of funeral clients for the latter requirement. Being a devotee of the show “Six Feet Under,“ my imagination was running wild. Sadly, I never heard back from them. Full Disclosure: I’m pretty sure I only applied for it because I thought it might have provided really good blog fodder.
In all, I think I’ve applied for perhaps five jobs in all. Aside from the kiss-off, none of them resulted in anything. No phone calls, no interviews.
I am still adverse to getting on Linked-in or any other such social networking job site. Perhaps I should, and maybe I even will later, but at the moment that seems such a … serious move to me. I fancy myself channeling Albert Brooks when he explained to the hotel desk clerk in “Lost in America” how he and his wife had “dropped out of society, and we just don’t DO reservations anymore.” I still love the clerk’s response: “Well, we do”.
One very important lesson that I’ve learned is that while Craigslist is a wonderful resource for local jobs, there are an amazing number of scammers on it. So many of them are after personal information such as drivers license and social security numbers and also the usual banking and credit card information. It baffles me that people would actually provide that. I’m learning to spot these fraudulent ads with some degree of expertise now, but I must admit that I did send my resume to a couple of these unsavory types before I became hip to their jive. I am hopeful that there will be no repercussions from that.
My “favorite” Craigslist job ad was for an office assistant. It was vaguely written but mentioned that the work took place in a local office. I responded with a short e-mail and a few choice words of interest. The next day I got an incredibly long email explaining how the work would actually all take place in very own my home. How convenient! It also explained that occasional packages would arrive at my home, but I would be simply accepting them and later driving them, unopened, to the “home office” after I had verified their receipt with this fellow via phone or e-mail during the day. Also, because I would be handling company credit cards, he needed my social security number to verify my own credit history.
Who falls for this stuff???? Sadly, I suspect many poor innocents who are desperate for a job. I feel for them, and I do hope that law enforcement is trolling these sites occasionally.
Fortunately, I am not in a position where I need to get a job. Between my small first-year annuity, and the income that Gorgeous makes, we are managing fine. Extra cash would always be helpful, though, especially if we want to be able to go on the occasional travel junket to Nassau, Orlando, or the Midwest or California to see family. So, I think about this sometimes in the dead of the night when I wake up. I hate those 2:30am thoughts, don’t you?
Lingering somewhere in my temporal lobes is also the desire to not fully mention too much of my thoughts on this subject to my ex-wife. She has been transparently curious as to both my plans for future employment and also any financial successes that Gorgeous may have had in recent weeks. My ex, bless her, has very little governor or restraint for the manner in which she will ask personal questions. Some of this has to do with the fact that we are friendly with her, live in the same city, and also see her on a semi-semi-regular basis. But I am nonetheless keen to her not-so sly ways of intelligence-gathering for later use (i.e. our negotiations later this year for the alimony revision). So I am always mindful of exactly how I phrase my answers to her questions. Still, there is also no greater cheerleader of Gorgeous’ abilities than my ex, and she has been responsible for a fair number of new clients to her in the last year. Oh, the tangled web…
Recently, some additional former co-workers of mine retired at the very end of last year. I have had some very nice e-mail exchanges of congratulations with them. The interaction has been happy, and I’ve written them of my own satisfaction these many months since I left our former employer. As I correspond with them, I’m sensitive to the fact that I haven’t really left that mental zone of my own job just yet. The frontal lobe thoughts, I suppose.
It has been five months since I retired. It really only seems like yesterday, which probably explains why I’m not itching to find something else to do yet, even on a part-time basis. Stay tuned to this channel. And please don’t talk to my ex.