It's off to work I go... well, it's off to Employment Ontario tomorrow morning. I signed up with the government agency to see what new, mad skills I can learn and perhaps write a smashing new resume and cover letters since they've changed so much since I last pounded the payment. It seems I'm in the dark ages and, along with a snail-pace job market, may be the reason why I haven't had any luck to-date in securing an awesome, amazingly high paying job - my dream job or at least something that bears a resemblance to an ideal position.
I've revamped my resume countless times now, taking advice from here, there and everywhere to beef it up and promote the hell out of myself. It's gotten to the point where I don't know what else to include and even how to start a cover letter. I'm hoping fresh, young eyes will help, one with more of a finger on the pulse of the job market.
I'm also looking into courses being offered by the government - retraining for this old ass. It's all part of a master plan to reinvigorate myself (and the job market openings available) since the last job had me through the ringer. My self-confidence took a real beating and my self-doubt was running rampagnt. I didn't even think I was worthy of velcro enclosures on my sneakers. I'm not as stressed as I was when I first left Cell Block C and I'm smiling more, but I find myself looking at job ads and wondering if I could handle the job. I apply for them anyway with what I hope is renewed hope and vigour. I hope it rubs off. I hope I can reinvent myself one more time.
My last reinvention was about 10 years ago. I'm due for another. Ten years ago, I was happy. I felt young and vibrant with endless possibilities on the horizon. I'm working on getting that feeling back.