Sitting on Pins and Needles

I have been a little quiet lately. Nothing is wrong, not by a long shot. I have just been focusing on what is going to make my world a better place and am a little fearful to get too excited about it until I have everything lined up and solidified. I have my verbal offer, pending the completion of my gound check. I think what makes me nervous about the background check is that it was supposed to take 72 hours and it took a week. I’ll admit to having a colorful past but nothing that I put on my resume to be verified.

As a matter of fact the best sales training I ever got was from being a dancer. Everyone in sales needs to know that the absolute worse thing a potential customer can say is …maybe or I’ll think about it. At least with a NO, they respect you enough to not waste your time. I learned quickly to sense when people are wasting my time or taking advantage of the fact that on the surface I appear to be a people pleaser. (Anyone that has read my previous entries knows that this really is not the case, if I can help you I am happy to but if you become a demanding pain in the ass I will joyfully tell you to go pound sand).

One of the hang-ups during my background check was verifying that I went to Cosmetology School – 20 years ago. I don’t have my Certificate or Diploma or what ever they gave me when my 1500 hours of school was complete. Mostly because it was just a means to an end, it was necessary in order to take the state boards and attain a license. I could not walk into a salon with a Diploma and say “I want a job”, as you can’t work without the license. The background company tried to call the school and said they couldn’t get any response from them. Now me being me, I wanted to know what the company doing the background check had found so I called the school myself. It turns out that they don’t keep records of students from that far back. Hopefully the company I am praying for employment from will not hold this against me, God knows I wouldn’t have fibbed about that education…what would be the point?

So I am waiting -optimistically, patiently, silently…waiting.

I will bring a bottle of wine but I WILL NOT split the bill

I am off today for the first attempt at the search and rescue mission. The day started with a phone call from the recruiter wanting to let me know that they are moving along to step 2, the backround check. I always jump at the chance to have one of these done because I know there is not so much as a parking ticket on my record (although that may change tonight). I have my first official date with Mike and it’s in the city. Seems like a good plan for a first date because there is a start time and a finish time, I have to be home at 9:00. I have not had a real date in…seems like forever. Men these days seem to cheap out when it comes to dates.

The last 5 or 6 guys I have “seen” (I use “seen” because in order to consider it dating there actually has to be a “date”) have pulled the “ lets go to my house or yours and get a bottle of wine and order in food if we get hungry”. One idiot came to my house and actually wanted me to split the delivery bill with him. HELLLOOOOO dumbass, if I wanted to pay for my own dinner I would go out with my friends after all I know I like them. Kind of makes you wonder what these guys see in the mirror. Ok so you have a package…Duh, that’s how they knew to put “male” on your birth certificate, and just in case no one bothered to tell you- there are billions of those packages in the world, not a damn thing special about yours.

My point is when you get to your 30’s and are still dating, the men who are eligible to date seem to bypass the “getting to know each other” stage. I hate the feeling of being on a date with one of them so I am praying that tonight is a breath of fresh air, not even that he would be “the one” just a person that has some chivalrous values and self respect would be nice.