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.