More thoughtful, hmm...more thoughtful, what does that mean though? Cause like a woman gunning for another baby after the first nearly killed her, I lost whatever craving for freedom I had sort, and just like that, I was job hunting again.
Urm... disclaimer, the 'woman gunning for another baby after delivery of the last one despite the pain' thing, is something I heard was the case, I heard after the whole gruesome push, they seem to forget the pain, I'm only stating this before you assume I've been pregnant before or something.
Seated down one evening I pondered on what next to do... Okay...
I'll be serious now, I'm not sure it was a sit down and ponder kind of stuff, I can't fully recall why, but I did come to a realization that I couldn't remain 'employed' in mind only. So the natural next thing would be, what work then did I have in mind?
Prior to this 'thinking on the next move' thinking thingy, I did a little something that Influenced my next decision.
i had a neighbor, we, had a neighbor, she lived across, she was light skinned, sparkling enough to be considered beautiful, petite and probably endowed — I don't remember checking to be sure, and please there's no romance here, and yes, you thought it, that's why I'm clarifying.
She decided to open up a little lesson place for the kids around the neighborhood, as schools were taking forever to be back in session after the whole COVID episodes. What she started as a small thing she could handle gradually began to get big, and thus she needed extra hands, so she hired my brother.
I had no interest at the time, barely even heard about it, was just minding my business.
She and my brother, they both had an agreement, but certain things started to affect this their agreement and for whatever reason they started to have a fall out due to payment
"You're supposed to pay me this not this"
"I can't pay you this for now cause of this and this"
And on and on. Looking at how things were almost turning sour, I decided to act. I didn't want head butts and something that trival to affect the family relationship, so I made an offer. I'd take the job, since my brother was already fed up and just wanted his money and she needed the man power.
I'd work for the rest month of that month, and she can just concentrate on balancing my brother, then my pay could start the month after, the money wasn't the issue for me, was just gunning for world peace.
A couple months in I was still at it, but eventually, schools got back into action and a disbanding had to happen and back to being unemployed I was.
So having to ponder on what next to do, what sort of job I could even do, I asked myself, What can I do? Also, whatever 'what' this had to be, it had to be one where I could have time to do me — the goal was employment, not a sentence. Then it occurred to me, "I could teach" at least to the best of my knowledge I could.
And think about it, given school schedules are we not practically talking about multiple free times? School starts 7 and closes by 2 at best, don't that mean I have the rest of the day to myself? Saturdays were free too, if this didn't bare any resemblance to heaven then you can go have hell — I think it'll welcome you too.
Well good for me, the what part was settled, well it would all be for nought if I can't land a job right?
Well you don't play, I needed to be ready didn't I? So no dulling. What and what was needed? Given this was more of a professional gig, I needed standard right? So of course, CV.
Actually, I took my two beautiful legs to make enquires and was told to bring my CV. I'll be honest, I was disemboweled. What was a CV? I could almost vow that was my first time hearing such disturbing term. Well I looked it up and went to a friend that worked at a cyber cafe and he helped me draft out the most amusing CV you'd find out there, and thus I submitted.
Not wanting all my eggs in a basket, I applied at 2 main places I wanted to work, they looked good and all, massive, nice and good looking environments, sorta the kind of place you'd be happy to show off that you worked in.
Well like any veteran would tell you, it is one thing to apply, another to even be considered for it, before talking about getting it. Having applied to my choice places I still had one CV print out left, so I just decided to submit it too, wouldn't hurt, would it? Whilst coming back from choice places, and leisurely looking for anyother place, I found a sign post and entered. This place wasn't an A plus choice place, but since I was already there, might as well drop the CV. And so I did.
Well here's the run down of how things were already looking; the first place already asked from the time I got Into the reception hall what my qualifications were. Well what else could they be, O-level of course, and I could tell from the facial expression there was no need to return to that particular place, and I respected myself and didn't bother, besides I'm almost sure after I left, they burnt those papers I dropped, cause I didn't even get a flash, or a calling by mistake. So the second place next.
Having told them I was looking at submitting my CV for a job spot, I was directed to the principal's office where I met Mrs Principal. Looking at her one could tell she was someone with a dignifying aura, the type that oozed off of respectable and calm people, she looked like a mother too, her calm demeanor brought me to that conclusion, besides she spoke warmly and softly.
Well even if warm, she had to know my qualifications, and it was written on my customized CV, this pretty CV that made one feel relaxed after submission, like the job was a done deal after anyone laid eyes upon it, too bad my qualifications was spoiling business for it.
I wasn't rejected after she saw my qualifications, she asked what year I had graduated, I told her, after contemplating she said she'd give me a chance, and a day for said chance was scheduled, and of course like a ready scooter I was all fired up — looking back in retrospection, I shouldn't have showed up, I really shouldn't have.
I knew I was going for an interview, but why didn't anyone tell me I'd be dropped off to show whatever skills I claimed to have had in this industry on said Interview.
Getting to the school that morning I met another person who had applied too and had been called for the interview, she had experience though having worked in a big school before, and even came prepared.
Seeing her 'prepared' with literal materials, I was now concerned " Materials"? No one told me anything.
Well as if anyone had time for my whatever, I was called into a classroom that had a couple teachers and a few students to show off what my customized CV spoke of me. Hahaha they might as well had told me they didn't like my CV or something, or maybe my face wasn't their ideal type, did they have to go this far?
Well of course no questions asked I flunked it