I’m seriously considering going back to work. Not that I’m not busy enough at the moment, I am. However, depositing money into my savings rather than the other way around might be gratifying for a change. Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, Rick and I may well live to a ripe old age. People are doing it all over the planet. Living to a hundred is far less unusual than back a few years. That being the case, we could have a long road ahead of us. I’d like a little padding to see us through our later years and to plump up the travel fund. Sitting around watching the grass grow is not my vision of how life should be when I’m fully retired.
Truth is I haven’t worked, other than volunteering, since we sold the restaurant in 2008. Ummmmm, I may be a bit rusty. Good news is I’ve kept my graphics skills up by volunteering where they utilize my artistic skills as well as my computer background. This is helpful.
My son is a corporate headhunter in Silicon Valley. Specifically, his job is placing the movers and shakers in the top jobs open in the high-tech industries prevalent in the area. Leaning on his expertise, I asked how I would go about reentering the job market. After a moment of silence on the other end of the line, he said, “you’re going back to work”? I know I’m not exactly a spring chicken, or even a summer one, but I am of relatively sound mind, equally relatively sound of body, and have some marketable skills still tucked away in my magic bag. Ach.
First he suggested I compose a brief resume. Interviewers, he said, are not interested in reading a novelette detailing your life since your first taste of Pablum. Rather they want the Reader’s Digest version of your last few jobs and an idea of what you bring to the table by way of benefiting their particular company. Oh. Other than the restaurant, which wasn’t really a job, more of a 24/7 lifestyle, I haven’t worked full-time since I resigned my executive assistant job at the newspaper. “What about all the jobs prior to that”, says I? “Anything prior to ten years, forgetaboutit”, I’m told. Oh. “But that’s sort of the meat in the burger”, I went on to explain. “Go vegetarian”, was the response. Okay.
Another thing suggested as imperative was not to discuss my frequently aired discontent with my cell phone. Expressing this out loud while job hunting, apparently, can be a deadly error resulting in public flagellation or worse. I’m sorry, I know I’m the only human left on the planet who doesn’t enjoy being umbilicaly attached to my devices, but I’m not comfortable being that connected. Shhhhhhh. Perhaps I’d better not list this blog as one of my accomplishments. My son, who has twenty devices each connected to the next, up to and including GPS tracking on every member of the family, is quite sure he was secretly adopted and I’m not revealing his true lineage.
A three page list was suggested noting my strong points and weaknesses on page one. Sorting through the short list of my strong points versus the tome of my limitations, I began a separate page where I was to weed out what I would like to do as opposed to what I prefer not to do. A third page was to be dedicated to my goals. He asked how I would respond on an interview if asked what my goals were. My guess is the appropriate answer might sound something like “develop my skill set and grow in whichever position I accept”. Actually, my goal is to inherit an obscene amount of money unexpectedly from a stranger I did a favor for back in the day. A man who remained eternally grateful for my little act of kindness. With this found money I will purchase homes for my loved ones, and give a huge chunk to the food bank where I volunteer and the children’s hospital. The remainder I would invest in an island somewhere off a gorgeous azure sea draped coast. Rick and I would then spend the remainder of our time roasting on a sandy beach like two holiday chestnuts, eating succulent tropical fruits and drinking mimosas. Just guessing but I’m pretty sure this answer wouldn’t land me keys to the executive washroom. Drat the luck.
Recently I was explaining to one of the younger members of my clan that work, in an ideal world, should be where you find your passion. Most people do not win that flip of the coin. Beginning your journey by stepping in the direction of your desire increases the likelihood of ever ending up there. Flailing about like a fish on a flat bottomed boat with no idea in this world or any other one where you are going, is not likely going to get you where you want to be when nearing middle-age. On graduating from high school I was pointed in the direction I wanted to go. My name could be found on a junior college enrollment form, classes were locked in, books purchased, and the school term had begun. Originally seeing flying the friendly skies as my chosen vocation once in school I leaned towards computer science. A surprise for me, as well as those around me who assumed “coffee, tea, or me” was right up my alley. Both lofty goals were shelved for love, a choice I don’t regret (well maybe a little on gloomy, rainy days) because my two beautiful children were a result of that choice. Life doesn’t always go in the direction you push it towards, but aspiring to a vocation that moves your soul and challenges your mind is a good place to start. The Millenials, or so I’ve read, are stumbling a bit when it comes to the future. I can understand this. Life seems more tenuous lately. Weather is crazy, terrorism on the rise, our infrastructure beginning to crumble, and the population swelling by the hour. Not as rosy a future as back a few decades, but then the earth has always been fraught with conflict. Not a new concept, but it seems as though it is up in our face more now there are more avenues from which to receive the news.
Concluding our phone conversation my son asked me what area I wanted to pursue. I told him I thought I’d like to be a plastic surgeon. I’ve seen some of their work, and it looks like something I could do equally as well. Another job I might be suited for is weather forecaster on the morning news. It is one of the few jobs where you can be wrong nine out of ten times and still continue your employment. Dog walker might be fun, although I wouldn’t want large dogs as they’d walk me, or feisty dogs, or little yappy buggers. Never mind. Something will turn up.
These tender little scallops are a recipe tweaked from my grandmother’s original which I still have penned in her hand. Always delicious. I usually serve them with a dollop of tartar sauce and a wedge of lemon.
Gammy’s Baked Bay Scallops
1 lb. bay scallops, foot removed (35-40)
1 cup Italian bread crumbs
2 Tbsp. grated Parmesan cheese
1 tsp. garlic powder
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. garlic salt
1/2 tsp. black pepper
1 egg, beaten
2 Tbsp. butter, cubed
Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
Spray shallow casserole dish with cooking spray.
Distribute cubes of butter around bottom of prepared dish.
Beat egg in another shallow dish. Mix bread crumbs, Parmesan cheese, garlic powder, salt, garlic salt, and pepper in another shallow dish. Roll a handful of scallops in eggs, then in butter. Repeat until all scallops are breaded. Spread out in single layer in dish. Bake for 20 mins. until lightly browned on top.