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Errands. Job Hunt.
Sep. 26th, 2006 02:07 pmI ran my errands in downtown Hopkins today, again with success. I also spent a chunk of today filing out applications and dropping off resumes around downtown, pretty much anywhere that had a "Help Wanted" sign out, except for The Hopkins Tavern.
I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten how when I ask for an application, or if I can leave a resume, the person will start off smiling, and then glance at the white cane. Then comes the change in body language, the change in the voice, the distant look in their eyes. Another glance at the cane as you hand the application or resume back to them. The barest of frowns that they think I won't notice.
I ignore it while in their presence, keeping my smile friendly, my voice confident and pleasant. I give them a two or three sentence spiel, always worked into the conversation, about why I think I'd be right for the job. I always thank whoever I've spoken to and shake their hands.
But now I'm home and it's just me and the cat. I feel – not depressed – but not at all happy.
Thursday I will go out and do it again.
I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten how when I ask for an application, or if I can leave a resume, the person will start off smiling, and then glance at the white cane. Then comes the change in body language, the change in the voice, the distant look in their eyes. Another glance at the cane as you hand the application or resume back to them. The barest of frowns that they think I won't notice.
I ignore it while in their presence, keeping my smile friendly, my voice confident and pleasant. I give them a two or three sentence spiel, always worked into the conversation, about why I think I'd be right for the job. I always thank whoever I've spoken to and shake their hands.
But now I'm home and it's just me and the cat. I feel – not depressed – but not at all happy.
Thursday I will go out and do it again.
