Today I begin the daunting task of finding employment. While I love working, enjoying being in a work setting, and of course, appreciate a bank account that is in the positive (which by the grace of God, it still is), finding said employment is never an entertaining process. I have spent all morning pouring over Craigslist, updating my resume, e-mailing that stupid sheet of ‘things I’m good at’ off to strangers which many in the service industry, feel it necessary to now include a picture. Strange. And oddly judgmental. Whatever. I’m not too concerned about it. This afternoon I will venture over to Mizner Park to see about a job as well. This one I feel is mostly in the bag, I just need to physically go in.
I despise this process. I have always felt that I am decent in interviews and as long as there is a job available, I know I can secure it. I am on day three of ‘life’ in Florida and I am bored stiff. I have cleaned my mother’s house, started the treacherous process of cleaning out her garage (it’s a two car garage where not even a golf cart could fit in it now…serious slave to possessions), made her lunch everyday, hired an electrician to come out to fix her circuit breaker, replaced a door knob (not as easy as it I thought it would be), and have spent an obscene amount of time bonding with Skordo. He has now decided that he likes to sleep in bed with me at night. Great. I always wanted an 80lb doberman taking up my bed at night.
I don’t know what I initially expected life to be like here. I knew it would take a month or so to get to Key West, so I am looking at this as the ‘in between time’. I can live rent free (albeit with my mother…love her), save some money, and I know I will appreciate the Keys much more once I get there. Boca is a strange little existence and I am not quite sure how I feel about it yet. I don’t think I am quite cut out for this lifestyle. Call me too free-spirit, but I find Boca to be incredibly uptight, stodgy, too dressed up (full make-up and heels at the grocery store, really), and just downright strange. I miss the days of a friendly smile at a stranger when walking down the street. I miss the simplicity of easy grocery store access. I miss two lane roads.
It will get there again though. It is just going to take me a bit of extra time. I know it will all be worth the wait and I am going to be so thankful once I am finally there. It will be just that though – finally…
UPDATE: I found a job! I am bartending at a bar in downtown Boca (first place I went to, hired on the spot). Thankfully, this time no uniform. Bring on the booze and jeans.
