So I had the interview with the school. It went as interviews went, and I got the call later in the day that I didn't make the cut and they had gone with someone else. That was fine. So I got on the computer and started hunting down options. I knew that at some point I was probably going to have to look at temp agencies, but I had been hoping to find something independently before that point.
Yeah, that clearly hasn't happened.
I climbed in the car this morning with the following agenda: Apply in person at one office, then hit up a couple of different temp agencies, drop Doodlebug's library books at the library, maybe get myself some lunch, and come home. Oz took Boo to optometry appointments for them both, and then he was coming back to the house to keep an eye on things.
Things did not go as planned.
I started at the first office after getting stuck in traffic because someone with a trailer hadn't secured his load properly. I filled out the application, talked briefly to the owner, and left. All well and good. I drove to the first temp agency only to be told that they only accept resumes online and to fill one out and someone would be in touch. I called the second temp agency before driving across town to learn the same thing. Frustrated, I turned to a third temp agency that wasn't even on my original list and called to make sure they accepted resumes in person. They did. I got there and started talking to the recruiter, and at some point I mentioned that I typed quickly. She said she had a 'data entry' position available and thought I would be a good fit. Fine by me. I filled out some online forms on a computer at their office, and then she had me take a data entry test, which I passed so well and so quickly she thought I'd actually messed up and would have to redo the test because nobody had ever finished that fast before. Go me. I left and went to lunch, and the recruiter called me while I was eating to say that I had an interview at 1:30 if I was interested. Well, why not? So I went to an interview.
The job itself is not particularly thrilling. It's a mailroom job, printing and sorting and mailing various forms and letters, and the other folks working in the department are very young 20-somethings with whom I will have absolutely nothing in common… but it's a job. Like everyone keeps reminding me, I have to start somewhere. And I'm not going to stop looking for something better. Even the woman who interviewed me acknowledged that I won't stay there forever, that I need to be put into bigger and better things, but that my resume simply doesn't accommodate that right now. It's frustrating but it's the truth.
Anyway, I start the job in a couple of days. I'm scrambling to find childcare right now, because I won't leave Doodlebug and Boo home by themselves all day every day until school starts… and I'll need to work out before- and aftercare for them when school does start… and I feel completely overwhelmed by everything that has happened today… but I have a job.
I didn't expect that when I left the house this morning. It's been a long day.