Hardly Working: The Lazy Man’s Guide to Seeking Perfect Part-time, Temporary Employment

Recap: When the 2013 school year started, my 9-year-old grandson moved away to live with mama. I, Grammy, had a big role in his day-to-day activities up to this point. Now that he was gone, I would need to find something to do to fill the time, yes, but mostly to fill the void of being ‘The World’s Most Awesome Grandma.”

What to do?

I’ve been retired for 9 years and love the freedom; I’m not ready to be tethered to a structured 9 to 5 yet. Rather than settling down for a specific job, I got the bright idea to become a floating employee. That would allow me a couple of things: experience in a variety of areas, and interesting blog fodder.

At this point, employment was just an idea; I didn’t really have a plan.

I was running errands one day and saw something I hadn’t noticed before, it was a sign for a business called Spherion. The part of the sign that caught my eye was, “staffing agency.” I stopped in and chatted with a recruiter and decided to sign up. That was in September; I’ve yet to get that first call for work through this agency.

In conversation over supper one evening, John mentioned that one of his training peers had been a substitute teacher at one time. That piqued my interest, so, I did a little research to see if I qualified to substitute teach, and how to go about applying. I applied at 3 school corporations with the thought that I would get more opportunities; more work and more variety.

The application process for Yorktown was completed on Wednesday; Thursday evening I was called to fill a position for Friday. I was called in for work 3 days the following week as well. And boy howdy, did I ever get variety. Day 1: Kindergarten, Day 2: fourth and fifth grade math, Day 3: high school detention, and Day 4: high school English.

Now, for the fun part … blogging about it.

Stay tuned …

The Mother of Mediocrity

On a mediocrity scale of one to ten, in practically any given area, I would say I am a solid eight.

“Jack of all trades, master of none,” fits me to a T.  Which is fine, until I apply for a job.

I have a natural affinity and feel particularly gifted in many areas. I would be a great counselor.  I’m able to see more than one side of an issue; life experience has given me the ability to empathize rather than just sympathize, I’m a great listener, and people are comfortable sharing their personal struggles with me.  This has endeared me to many friends and acquaintances, but to turn this gift into a profession would require a degree.

This is why I regret dropping out of college. A degree wouldn’t guarantee that I was more than mediocre in my chosen field, but in the eyes of an employer, a degree says that I put in the money and effort.

I understand this. I would probably make a fine brain surgeon as well, but I’m guessing that requires at least a certificate, and, although no one would knowingly consent to a mediocre surgeon performing surgery on their brain, I would venture to guess that a few have.

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