Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
The week began with a stumble out of bed, let down kind of feel. For a man that says don’t count the lions, I counted 34.
In 34 job interviews, I have been successful 3 times, and I put an exceptional amount of work into my presentations. I will say it has been an exhausting process.
It is frustrating as I try to do my best to improve myself each and every day, pressing the limits. In fact, one of my goals for the year is to walk 50 miles in a 24 hour period. I guess my drive doesn’t count for much in some areas.
Nonetheless, I picked myself up by the bootstraps and started on my way. I got a haircut and put my game face on as I and the Twelve-Year Veteran of life attended welding class. We would pursue some new skills together if the job had nothing for me.
It was a lackluster class composed of the “privilege” of wearing a welding helmet and protective gear. We made the best of it, but we are innovative and desired more. I did get some cool photos, but we did not learn much. I think these classes are geared for those who do not work with their hands.
We paid a pretty price and struggled to get our monies worth. It may sound ungrateful, and that might be accurate.
We were directed to draw lines in a piece of metal with a mig welder for nearly 2 hours and we had no idea what we were doing.
Because we are new to the industry and in need of guidance, we chased down our instructor, but to no avail. We would have been better off purchasing a cheap flux core mig welder and protective gear, watching a tutorial.
It was a drain on the pocketbook just like my resumes. We went home and worked a real project.
The weekend was deep-set with anxiety and near depression. I had another interview and I grow weary of them. They are a financial and mental drain.
I will say, I am a fighter and I don’t play, but it is hard to rebound from 30 plus failures. I put on my Sunday best and printed out a presentation I had worked on. If my staff had not encouraged me to go, I would not have. They like to see me in the ring and I did not wish to let them down.
On my way, I listened to church music an resolved not to let them see me sweat. I sat in my car until the last minute and arrived only 3 or 4 minutes early.
The interview was longer than normal and I became impatient. I had researched the job description extensively and I felt like I was being toyed with. I changed into my work clothing, sporting an attitude problem.
I was asked how I felt about the interview and I was pretty blunt with anyone who asked, including my prospective employer. I knew I did a good job, just like the many before it.
As you all know, I work in a prison and I was called to the warden’s office. I was about to defend my additude problem.
Long and short of it, I got the job this time, complete with business cards, an office, and an outside line.
If I have any parting words today, It would be, If you are walking in lion country, take on the lions one at a time, and don’t count them.