I got a paying job!
Culinary school: completed with a 4.3 GPA on a 5.0 scale!
Externship: 400 hours completed! Very positive reference obtained! Many thanks to the cool boss at the cupcakery for taking me on!
Employment in my field: secured!
Can I just say that starting a third career at the age of 40 is nerve wracking? I was the oldest in my culinary class by 10 years. In most cases, I was old enough to have given birth to my classmates. I said this a lot, usually shaking my finger at the person I was talking to while saying "I'm old enough to be your mom!"
And I have children. I didn't have the freedom to go work nights at any of the fancy schmancy places downtown for my externship. I needed morning hours for the two mornings I had available to me to actually work. Luckily, I found a mentor in the owner of the bakery where I worked for free making cupcakes and icings 2 mornings a week.
I was able to parlay my experience at the bakery and my schooling into a job offer with an upscale grocery store. I'll be in the bakery, making all the fresh baked yummies you see. Breads, donuts, muffins, cookies, danishes, bagels and all those good things.
When I received the call from the regional recruiter, she emphasized that the bakery position required time management skills and it was physical work. Lifting bags of flour, working with huge mixers, deep frying donuts on a big scale were all things mentioned. I said I'd still like to come in and interview.
At the interview, it was again stressed that there was a timetable to be followed, time to be managed, problems to be solved. I said I'd like to give it my best try.
The next day, the recruiter called again with a sad tone to her voice. My phone's earpiece doesn't work anymore, I have to put my calls on speaker. I did that and went into my bedroom where I could hear. Based on her tone of voice, so apologetic, I shook my head at The Husband mouthing "I didn't get it."
Then she told me they wanted to go ahead with hiring me. I said "Fantastic!"
In her sad voice she asked me how I'd felt after the interview.
"Well, I felt like it went well. I did all that second guessing that everyone does after a job interview, wondering if I should have answered questions differently and stuff like that. But I felt fine." I answered.
"You weren't scared?" she asked.
"Um, no. I think it was a realistic representation of what I should expect."
"Okay. Well, maybe they're trying to make it sound worse than it is so when you get there you'll be surprised that it's easier."
Since I was hired so close to the end of the year, the process of getting me in for training took three weeks. Which brings me to a start date of this coming Monday.
At 2 a.m.
Yep, I'm a baker, I work baker's hours. 2 a.m.-10:30 a.m., 3 a.m. - 11:30 a.m and 4 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. are the hours I'm going to be working the majority of the time. It's full time, which is going to be a HUGE financial change for us. But I'm going to be T-I-R-E-D for the month of January.
Once I can get my sleep schedule worked out it'll be better, but the first 4-6 weeks will be rough.
Being the smart cookie I am, I looked up the health hazards of shift work. Did you know there are health hazards associated with shift work? There are. These include increased risk of breast cancer, sleep disorders, headaches, stress and increased appetite. These won't be too much of a worry, other than me getting myself onto the new schedule, since I won't be on rotating shift work. (going from graveyard to swing to days to graveyard to swing to days) It would appear that exposure to sunlight and lack of melatonin are going to be the things I need to be concerned with. And I'll need to make sure I have proteins in the mornings.
I'm excited to be starting something new and I'm scared to death. Excited because I'm glad to be bringing some money in after almost 12 years of being a stay at home mom. And scared because it's new and I'm a little nervous about the picture they painted for me. What if I can't keep up? What if I can't pick stuff up? What if I destroy an entire batch of something? Oh noes! I'll get fired! I'll have to hand over my paycheck to cover the damage! AAAAHHHH!!!
Again, Shel Silverstein's whatifs strike. You can read the poem here....
There's also the issue of when The Husband and I will be able to spend time together. It's going to have to be scheduled because I'll be going to bed when the kids do, if not before. Melatonin is going to be my friend for awhile.
One other thing is concerning me. We're going to have to get used to living in filth. Since I won't be home to make my feeble attempts to pick up after everyone, this place is going to just fall into ruin. Laundry won't get done, dishes will stay dirty and the dog hair will collect in drifts along the base boards. I'm not looking forward to it, but I may need to let it go until the family decides they don't like it and will pitch in with the chores. Yes, I can force the children, but I may not have the energy to make that happen. Even bribing them with allowance doesn't help. They'd prefer to be poor and lazy instead of having discretionary cash and doing chores.
It's going to be great. I'm going to do well in my new place of employment. The money will allow us to take a big breath and get things taken care of we've had to put off due to lack of funds.
Meanwhile, I'm going to paint while I can.
Amanda's beauty tip of the day: The cold weather and the dry air caused by central heating is going to dry out your skin. If you have dry skin, use a moisturizer. If you have problem skin that breaks out with a moisturizer, step up your exfoliation. And drink more water! You'll need it.