Hump Day

On Wednesdays I currently pick up my oldest granddaughter Natalie (daughter of Dan and Caroline)

from one activity or another and keep her until Dan picks her up after work.  The two of us spend two hours with my grandson Jacob (son of Josh and Lauren). 

This schedule will continue at least until Natalie starts kindergarten in a couple of weeks.  Who knows what will happen afterwards.

David meets us at Josh's house when he doesn't have his monthly Wednesday Q&M meeting.  Today is one of the Wednesdays he does have the meeting so he won't be joining us.  When I am alone, I find it hard to do much with two active children other than supervise their play in the basement playroom in Josh's house.  I don't look forward to days when I am alone -- but it looks like I have no choice.

Tonight I will be staying at Josh's house to make dinner for him and his family after Natalie is picked up.  Sweet and sour meatballs - Lauren's request.  Everything is prepared - I just have do some last minute combining and warm the whole thing up.  Walla!  Food and the companionship of my family -- who could ask for more?  So why am I feeling so depressed?

My job search for a position as a part-time bank teller is running into a brick wall.  Even if the only information handed in with my application is my very impressive (if I say so myself) resume, I am not getting any positive feed back.  What I am getting is one rejection after another at a point when I really can't handle rejection.  

What is turning everyone off?  The rejection letters are polite.   They thank me for applying but tell me that I don't meet the qualifications to warrant future consideration for the position.  Give me a break!  I have a Masters degree in pure Math and have been a successful IT project manager at one of the largest insurance companies in NJ.   I know how to make change, follow rules, work with people, and survive in a corporate society.   The only negative information anyone can gather from the paperwork I am handing in is my age.  So although I can't prove age discrimination (wouldn't want to fight that battle with a ten-foot pole), the only explanation for the barrage of rejections is that no one wants to hire someone starting out at 64 and way over qualified for the position.  But I want and need a part-time job.  I need a reason to get up and dressed each morning.  How do I convey that without sounding desperate?  So I will move on and today I plan on walking my resume into Barnes and Nobles and into Stop and Shop.  I also need to fill out the William Sonoma application I picked up at the mall yesterday and return it to the store.  Onwards and upwards.

Please, someone want me too.  I need to get over hump day!