Well, hello there and thanks for surfing my wave!
I got lousy grades as a kid. Oh, wait… I pretty much got lousy grades all through college. I think I got just enough “A’s” to count on all nine fingers. Ya’ wanna’ know my worstest subject?
English: Comprehension, Conjugation, Compositions – all of it. Yea, C was my favorite letter. Although I did have an old rugged type my senior year in high school that got me slightly jazzed for creative writing. Hmmm. I was such a lingual anemic, I usually forgot stuff before it was even assigned. I was such an overall troublemaker, I made Back To School and Animal House look plausible.
Look where I am now and what I’m doing with all those skills I disregarded all those years ago.
Out of all the dozens of jobs for which I have recently applied, one will stick in my mind forever. It would have been a good job; a great job. It would have been 3 times my old commute, but almost twice that salary – nothing’s free in this world. I would have graciously taken the compromise. I spent several hours making sure I covered all my bases; I even got the name of the guy for whom I’d be working. Called him and emailed back-and-forth. We even had a couple of acquaintances in common. Sounded like a solid chance, right? Part of this application process was taking a “Qualifications Assessment”. Very formal, very official. I sunk my awl into it. My grade, you ask? A 91! That’s right, “A” 91. Could this be my comeback after an incredibly arduous halftime? The cutoff was… a 96.
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So here we are back at the… scoreboard?… snowboard?… backboard?… uh, kickboard… oh yea, keyboard – the Zambonie still scraping at the old ice shavings like it was trying to peel away at the lost chances, those games gone by that, well, could have been, but weren’t. Missed opportunities. Oh, yea, Zambonie; hockey…that’s periods, not halftime. Well, Puck You.
Unemployment teaches us one thing as we go through its arbitrary, military-type killing fields of abandonment. We didn’t deserve this grade; it wasn’t our fault and will never be. We must shed the ice of our past; it is out of our control. Let us welcome and embrace anew with warm arms a fresh coat as we navigate, yet again, the chilled waters that, hopefully, will not freeze us over in time. We have the capacity to control our destiny. Let it not take us on. It is our game to play. Life has only one guarantee: if we awake in the morning, chances are, we won’t be an obituary. So for today we’ve won the fight. Congrats! Take this time to let all the teams of our existence know that the game is not over; the clock still has plenty of time on it. As long as we’re in the game, let’s play it to win!
TheUnemployMENTOR – email@theunemploymentor.com
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Have you thought about contacting local town newspapers, or throw aways. You have an interesting slant on writing and maybe you could write about an unforgetable character in a neighborhood or an issue in a city pro and con.
You seem to have a marketable talent
Thank you for your readership and for commenting. I am currently evaluating all my options that I have with my new-found talents. If anything new arises, I will post it at such time. Thank you again for your interest and hope you continue surfing by!
Warmest Wishes-
TheUnemployMENTOR
You never got less than a “C” as a final grade. In college you changed classes before you got anything less
THANKS MOM! You always came through for me, and in many ways, you still do.
Love-
Me