I'm finally getting over a miserable head cold which, I think, started with a job hunt in the rain. I'm not a doctor so I'm not really sure, but it didn't help.
I headed out on an overcast day a few weeks ago. There was still sunshine when I left White Rock Centre and I felt all ready for a good day actually pounding the pavement. I was wearing shoes I believed were comfortable and my resumes in my little daytimer/briefcase.
By the time I got down to Vancouver, it was raining. I thought: that's okay. I have an umbrella and I am wearing a good raincoat. I had lunch first as I needed energy and I was a little cold. The rain was steady but not pouring by the time I headed to where the school was. I walked up Heather Street for a few blocks and got to the school. I had to press a buzzer in order to get in, which is understandable in this time we live in. I went up to the counter to smile and greet the school secretary who said, "Bon Jour!" She seemed very nice so I said the same thing and then handed her a resume and told her I was interested in a job at the school. I knew a few scattered phrases in French, but it would not prepare me for the fact it was completely French Immersion. I have absolutely NO problem with French or French Immersion, but I realized I had wasted my time and I should've really not skipped French in junior high school.
The rain did continue in a steady way. It became a steady downpour! My shoes were soaked and my feet were cold. If I had been smart that day, I would have thought, "you are soaked already. Go for a coffee then head home." Another voice said, "take a taxi. There's one on the corner. You won't spend much as it's only a few blocks away from the next school." I really don't hear voices, folks. I just ignore good gut reactions from time to time. I saw a bus across West Broadway and got onto it. I knew it went down Broadway to UBC so it stood to reason I could get off very close to the next school I wanted to apply at. Well, the bus drove and drove. I thought, this is a long trip, but there are only a couple of stops from here. The bus dashed past the street I wanted to get off on. It went 4 blocks past. The rain only got worse. I got off the bus, snapped my umbrella back into position and stomped, as best as I could, towards the street I missed. Again, reason entered my mind and said, "Give it a rest, White! You're soaked!" By this time, I was so drenched and frustrated, I was determined to get this resume in at all costs. I could imagine walking up to the front desk and saying "HERE! Hire me, damn it! PLEASE HIRE ME! I got there, smiled (hair stuck to my forehead), handed my amazingly dry resume to the secretary and said, "Hello. I'm very interested in this position." I actually hoped that she would see what I had gone through to get to the school and pass on the resume to the administration of the school. I would get hired because they would feel I showed great fortitude. No, I think I just looked wet.
I knew my mother was planning on visiting friends nearby. I couldn't reach her so I left a message for her saying that I was going to Starbucks and would then head home. I ended up going to Blenz across the street as Starbucks was being renovated. I ordered my coffee and plopped down into the chair. By the time Mum and my step-father arrived, I was almost laughing over the whole day. I must have looked like some totally crazy woman. There wasn't a dry piece of clothing on me or a dry hair on my body.
Moral of the story: listen to your instincts!