I remember what it was like to be “between jobs,” as we euphemistically call unemployment. I remember going to social functions and workshops and job fairs that were barely bearable to me on the off chance that I could hand my resume to someone or make that key connection that would lead to a job. I told everyone that I was looking. I took people up on their offers to introduce me to key people at their organizations.
Now I’m in. I’m employed by what I consider to be one of the most amazing not-for-profit agencies in the city doing what I love full time. And I’m now the one being approached at workshops and parties.
A few months ago I ended up sitting at the same table in a professional development event with a very pleasant woman who is just finishing up her certification. She mentioned an interest in volunteering in a classroom, so I passed on her name to one of my colleagues. She’s been helping out in that class once a week ever since. That’s called getting your foot in the door, and I’m so glad I was able to help her do it. From what that instructor tells me, she is working out great.
Tonight at a board meeting I was handed a resume. It feels really weird to be on the receiving end of a resume. I’ve really never evaluated one before except for a very close friend or loved one who wanted some proofreading before sending it off to a third party. I’m the possible connection, I’m a potential string in their nascent network. Very odd.
The words, “…those of you who are lucky enough to still be working” were spoken tonight. Indeed it has taken a combination of smarts, hard work, Grace and luck to land where I am now. I hope I never forget what it’s like to be on the other side looking longingly in.