Applying for a Job

Today, I went to apply for a job.

It’s a summer job working at a YMCA day camp for kids. I have to say I was really excited about the possibility. With the recent move, I thought it would be a great opportunity to work with children which I really enjoy and make a little extra money while building up relationships and networking in town for a real job.

Somehow I managed to be just on time instead of the fifteen minutes early  I that I had envisioned. So I took a deep breath and walked confidently into the room only to see the faces of 50 or so other people WAY younger than I. It  felt like I was a college student all over again only I was nearly a decade older than most of the barely adults applying for a job in the room. It was a funny feeling . As I filled out the application and participated in the ice breakers, I found that I was aging by the minute.

Then my mind went into hyper-drive thinking such thoughts as:

“What was I thinking?”

“What have I gotten myself into?”

“Does anyone else notice how much older I am?”

“Am I qualified for this job?”

Actually, I’m overqualified and that’s  the problem. I believe that’s the reason I felt so awkward.

I’ve:

  • worked day camps
  • been a daycare worker (and changed more diapers than I’d care to remember)
  • participated in after-school programs
  • taught 2nd, 3rd and 5th grade (at the same time by the way)
  • been a substitute teacher
  • ran and developed programs for children and youth
  • oversaw groups in the age bracket that I’m now wanting to work alongside

So why am I wanting to do this?

Not sure. But for some reason despite the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach (no not a premonition or anything), I think I might see this one through.

Life is beautiful.

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Patty Parker

My name is Patty Parker. I write about finding beauty in the every day.

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