This is about unfinished objects. Be they knitting 8700 pairs of socks, painting the front room, or finding a job. The sock yarn will still be there next week. I can just take off my glasses and the front room looks as lovely as it did five years ago (less dusty also). However, finding work has no easy solution. To be fair, I have just begun my odyssey. Perhaps I can model knitting for a classic artist such as William Adolphe Bouguereau? Oops, taken.
I have hit a snag in my gap year from work. It turns out I miss working. The social interaction, long hours, and having something to whine about daily have left a hole in my heart, and oh, my pocketbook. I love to be productive. I don't spend my days eating Bonbons and reading magazines (OK, maybe Thursdays) but they aren't what I call driven either. So I have begun looking at employment opportunities. You probably heard my husband cracking the champagne open even where you are with that statement. Everywhere we go, he now points out window signs for jobs. This weekend it was Walmart greeter. I have to admit, she did look suspiciously close to my age and was wearing very similar shoes. At 53 is that the only avenue left for me?
In my daydreams a job somewhere between greeter and say a Biochemist would be a perfect fit. Where my creativity, problem solving abilities, and knowledge can be put to use. At a company where they have employed at least one person over the age of 50 for something other than janitor. Or am I still dreaming. Searching for the right fit on the Internet has been an eye opening experience.
Today I wrote TWO 150 word pieces about a company and why I want to work there for less than half per hour than what clipping toenails pays. Seriously! Bank operations experience, owning my own business, none of this comes into play. Rather it falls on whether I was an early adopter and how I put that to use. And they are not referring to when I adopted those stray cats last year.
More than one job opportunity found stated they use Facebook and Twitter as part of their background check. No worries for me. They'll just see I am not as young as I used to be and that I probably go to bed early based on the not so wild status updates.. My friends, on the other hand, present a challenge. Please be advised that only articulate comments with social import will be accepted on my page in the future. No more just clicking like and moving along. I have an image to present!
I was surprised that by simply searching via my name that my hobbies, magazine subscriptions, charity donations, cooking preferences, neighborhood demographics, income range, and street view of my home came up on one click. None of which generated from Facebook nor Twitter. As a sidebar, did you know the privacy policy at Facebook, at more than 5000 words, is longer than the U.S Constitution?
Network aggregator search engines, like today’s Spokeo and Pipl, combine data from online sources, including political contributions, blog posts, YouTube videos, Web comments, real estate listings and photo albums. Even the Library of Congress is making it hard for the youth of today to keep their youthful indiscretions private , as they recently announced that they will be acquiring, and permanently storing, the entire archive of public Twitter posts since 2006. How that will read compared to say, Thomas Jefferson, for the future generations is troubling.
I have never really had an expectation for privacy for anything I have put on the Internet. I pretty much figured it was an illusion of privacy. Sooner or later some person smarter than me comes along and outs my info. That's the thing, my information isn't really interesting enough to be outed so I still don't worry.
Overwhelmed by all my newfangled knowledge, I am returning to the safety and shallowness of my knitting and Real Housewives, at least for this one last evening. My talents shine in my own living room. Oh, and welcome to Walmart. Can I help you find anything?
:-) Anon., Jr.
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