Persistence Pays

I took a chance and went over old ground. I called my previous employer and it looks like they will take me back -- at my old position. Persistence pays.

Good thing. I will have fewer issues with signing back into the same old company to work. The pay is still far below what I made when I first started, but it is pay and at the same old rate and the same old schedule. I will not have to get used to anything but the same old routine and same old schedule at the same old rate. Persistence has paid off, even if I had to go over old ground.

Yes, I know the accounts and the templates, but that will be comforting -- in a way.
Anything to get back to work and bring in a regular paycheck twice a month, a meager check, but a check all the same. Might lose my $15 a month in food stamps, but I don't care. At least I can afford to live and can take my roll of quarters out for laundry every month. I won't let the staff here at Messiah know, but that will come in time. Haven't gotten my check or my first job yet. That is still to come and nothing is set in stone.

I'm sure my previous work will stand me in good stead and that is enough.

I am employed again.

I have a job. I'm not used up yet and will not be for quite a while. I can work and I will work. Time to dig out my equipment now and get ready for work.

That is all. Disperse.

Future of Jobs -- for me.

Real life is hard, especially back in my home state, Ohio. I am closer -- and not so close -- to my family. Some I like, some I respect, but most are not a part of my life -- by their own choices.

Yes, I live in a senior community with other seniors. Although the people have been friendly and welcoming, I am content here. I need income. I've been forced into retirement with my siblings' help and the sparsity of work according to my employer and their long wait while I was in the hospital and rehab. My only resource is my background and experience.

The thing is I've discovered I have a whole lot more to offer than I realized. I'm in possession of a boat load of experience. Now all I have to do is get a job. Since I have no vehicle of my own and I cannot rely on public transportation, I must walk. Good thing employers are close by and I need the exercise. I will also use my cane at first, but as I walk more often I can dispense with the cane and walk unassisted. The walking will also strengthen my body and thus cure my imbalance issues.
Good thing employers won't discriminate against me. When they first glimpse me (a white-haired older woman walking slowly and carefully), they might be forced to see me as a negative, but my resume, knowledge, and personality should sway them toward being nice. It's easy since I project willingness to work -- even part time come to that.

I can work -- and prefer to work -- and will work every day (healthy and fit). I will work part time and fill in as long as there is a job to be had. I will work anything (except digging ditches since I am not capable, though I'd be willing to do that if necessary).

I've worked from home for decades and would prefer another position working from home if such is available since I don't have a car, or if the position is located in another community or state. No matter what, I will continue to keep looking and will search high and low. If necessary, I will go to the fast food restaurants that proliferate in this area. They're close and pay weekly, so that makes them a good fall back option. I have worked in fast food before, and have even worked in bars cum restaurants. Waitressing is not my favorite, but even waitresses will be hired -- even if they are octagenarians, which I am not. At only 63, I am a very viable and workable option (for them), and will work hard and be on time.

I have it all thought out. Now all I need to do is get out there, pound the streets, and talk to prospective employers. I will get the job. If I believe it, the job will be mine.

That is all. Disperse.