It’s been a long time coming.
Moving with B and trying to work has been an experience. Way back in 2010, when we had been dating for a mere three months, he asked me to not resign my work contracts so that I could move to ND to be with him that summer. I agreed and quit two amazing jobs that fit me to a tee. Once up in ND, I realized that things were going to be tough but after about three weeks of running around the mall, I landed an assistant manager gig at a retail store. Only to find out the very next day that we were moving to Germany.
Thus started the pattern of finding jobs only to leave them before I was ready. In Germany I decided immediately to teach piano. It was what I knew and I was darned good at it. I charged in Euro which meant that while our friends were belly-aching about the exchange rate, we never had to think about that. In Turkey, I wanted to work more hours but ended up hating my job and returned to piano teaching. When we learned we were coming back to ND, I knew something had to give.
One thing I did figure out from teaching from home in Turkey is that I need to have a job outside of our home. Lots of people are cut out to work from home, but I am not one of them. I crave human interaction and being out and about, which was definitely limited when I worked from home.
I actually began the job application process back last November. I started rewriting my resume. I signed up for a paralegal certificate course because I thought it would be challenging, interesting, and would serve me wherever we lived. Even in small town ND, there were 2-3 jobs constantly listed online.
Until we moved here. I’ve lost count of the number of resumes I’ve submitted. I do know I’ve worked with three different versions of it. Everything lead to dead ends.
When I went to the job fair, I didn’t get my hopes up. I figured (correctly) that it would be aimed at military members transitioning out. Lots of openings for welders, mechanics, and truck drivers but less so for a spouse looking for administrative experience. I wanted to at least be in an administrative position so that I could build some experience that would be relevant to a paralegal career later down the line.
The only place that caught my eye was the local hospital. I had submitted an application through their website but never heard back from them. They told me to change job types and apply again. I rewrote my resume for the fourth time. Less than a week later I had an interview.
The day before we flew to California to pick up our car I went in to interview. The experience was great. They kept telling me they loved my answers and illustrations. I felt good. They told me that I would hear from them by Monday at the latest. The next day, when we landed at LAX, I had a missed call from them. In baggage claim, I jumped up and down like a fool as they told me they were offering me a job. Next week I finally start working full-time.
I’ll be a patient access representative for the radiology department. I get to work Monday through Friday from 8-5. It’s entry level, which stings with a master’s degree and five years in the work force behind me. But, it’s a job and it will be experience to build my resume. I’m excited to have coworkers and a purpose.
If only the next move wasn’t already on the horizon.