Feb 19, 2010

resume

you’re gonna need to put together a resume.

i’ve been dreading hearing these words. so much so that i’ve been thinking maybe i’ll just go back to waiting tables. they don’t ask for resumes to wait tables, do they? surely i can channel my cocktail waitressing days. i really was a whiz at the one handed tray full of drinks while weaving through a drunken crowd thing. figured it would be a double bonus cause i bet i’d get to see some friends when they came in to eat and we could catch up between can i get you something to drink and would you like your buns toasted?

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when i called the lady to say i heard through the grapevine that there were some openings and i was thinking about maybe thinking about maybe applying for the positions, only i didn’t quite say it like that – it was so much more professional - she was excited and said you’re gonna need to put together a resume.

i told her it had been a long time since i had a resume. she said not to worry and assured me i had plenty of life experience with which to fill up a resume.IMG_8574

so i was all excited and fired up to list my life experiences but when i sat down to type out the list, i couldn’t remember anything. so i went to the basement to look for old papers and the yearly calendars that i’ve been keeping for years. and photos. anything to jog the memory of any fabulous shit i’ve done that might help me land a job.

but i’ve been cleaning the basement lately and all those old papers and boxes of memorabilia to jog the memory of where i’ve been, what i’ve done, who i was, who i am and what i can be was shoved into the farthest reaches of basement shelving. i hadn’t anticipated needing to research myself. IMG_8570

so down i go to the basement for my research. and then i forgot why i was down there and what i was doing.

cause i found the david clark headset and my log book and remembered my first solo flight and hearing through that headset the warnings from the tower that there were two people on the edge of the runway. i figured it was my mom and grandmother trying to get a better picture. as i came in for the landing, sure enough – i could see my mom and grandmother jumping up and down. they were escorted away. but not before getting some good shots.

soloskilled at landing small aircraft, able to come in high and hot and grease it on the numbers.

scan0002i found the picture of myself the morning of my first solo cross country. you don’t go cross country, but you have to leave one airport and land at another, then return to original airport. i thought there was a bit of a discrepancy between the instruments and my charts. namely, i noticed that the river on the chart i was following wasn’t headed right into a mountain, but i was.

successfully able to vector a course to get back on track before crashing into side of mountain. learned valuable lesson on trusting instruments.

i found the page in the 1999 calendar where i was practicing and deciding how we should spell our second childs’ name. annabelle or annabel. we went with the latter. and the one in the 2001 calendar when lulu was born and we brought her home on the fourth of july and i wrote: claudia comes home. huge hole in kitchen ceiling. (courtesy of the pipe that burst in bathroom upstairs). ceiling still not repaired. claudia is eight.

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highly adept at keeping entertained during the early maternity leave months by spelling baby’s name in alphabet noodles. on his face.

i’m trying to remember the years i started and ran my own business and i wonder why i folded it. i go into my craft room and think of another business to start -

extremely creative in a manic, whim sort of way and optimistic that folks want to purchase the things she makes so she doesn’t have to come up with a resume.

- but not before throwing the pile of laundry at bottom of chute into the washing machine.

able to perform mundane tasks year after year. after year.

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i hit the mother lode when i found the drawer-full of old cassette tapes mostly from college and had to go through every one of them. was not was? cocktail waitressing. john hiatt? flying lessons. everything but the girl? senior year boston university.

uncanny ability to recall specific events and songs in direct relation to each other.

i found wedding albums, yearbooks, old letters, five shoeboxes full of photos of various cross country road trips, our various homes and apartments in los angeles, boston, maine and kentucky. there are milk crates full of school work and drawings of thirteen years and three kids.

christmascard (2)writes everything down. engaging writer with enormous attention to proper grammar and a flair for artistic license - someone should pay this girl to write a book – it would be a nice addition to a resume. partial to sharpies. likes a colorful calendar page. has had the same handwriting for ten years. possibly longer. may benefit from organizing the five shoeboxes full of photos.

wait a minute. what am i doing down here again?

7 comments:

BettyBetty said...

enjoyed immensely fellow cocktail waitress - did you also master the neatly folded bills between the fingers whilst hoisting large tray full of drinks over peoples heads while going up stairs in 2 inch heels maneuver? quite certain that naturally develops into cycling skills later in life. love the photo - you look so friggin preppy

Judi said...

i used to keep a huge wad of cash in my apron w/ a shitload of change and would whip out that wad to give change. those were the days, LOL.

great great post. :)

Gotta Run..Gotta Ride said...

this is great!! so how many pages did the resume end up being?

You SOOOO need to write a book!!

Stuart said...

Just what Robin said!

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Grey Beard said...

So did you get your ticket? Same problem on my long X-country. My fav plane was grounded for something trivial, like a flat tire, so had to take the POS no one else wanted to rent. DG was crap, started drifting before I left the ground. Flew 100+ miles or so from Van Ness to Bakersfield on the magnetic compass. That, if nothing else, will teach you to fly with a steady hand.

2nd leg was to Santa Barbara, where the coastline is NOT N-S, but E-W. Ballooned the plane badly on the landing as the main runway I had to cross is humped about 5ft up and the headwind gets under your wings. Added pwr and settled near the end, but not my fav airport.

Louisville should be nice flying. Got chop? :D

zanne said...

grey beard - wow. sounds like you had some crazy cross country flights too!

never did get my license. my "long" cross country kept getting rained out. august in new england always had thunderstorms somewhere along every damn route i planned. i rescheduled my check ride more times than i care to remember. i was really trying to squeeze it in before i moved to LA, but the weather gods wouldn't have it. i did fly out of van nuys and santa monica a couple of times though ... the skies there were a little too busy for my liking. i put flying on the back burner for a while - didn't start again till we moved back east. i flew out of biddeford, maine for a bit when i was pregnant with our first child, but when i realized i was forgetting things like putting the flaps down before landing, i knew my thoughts were elsewhere & i should probably ground myself!

We have not done any flying in louisville although there's a great little airport here & plenty of incredible flying weather. three kids later and flight time just doesn't seem as important. There are definitely those days that we miss it though!