I had a job interview yesterday for a position in the WorkSource Oregon office in Tillamook. Even though I do not know a lot about their system, regulations, etc, I think it would be a good position for me because it involves some teaching, putting employers and potential employees together, and helping people prepare for the workforce. The downside is, it's in Tillamook, and I'm not crazy about that part of the coast. I feel more at home in Lincoln County, as it's less of a farming/dairy community and more centered around tourism. Bottom line, though, I need a job at least until my hand is in shape to play again. I don't know how long that will be. Also, I cannot make a living doing what I was doing musically before my injury. I have to do a lot more networking and making opportunities for myself, and I can't do that while I'm injured.
The interview went well, though I think my answers to the panel's questions could have been more concise. I also picked up some painting supplies and a sprinkler head while I was in Tillamook, though I don't know whether I'll be able to use them with just my left hand. I picked up a package of thank-you notes, intending to send one to the folks who interviewed me, and realized that I would need to print the note on my computer, just signing it by hand. When I began to address the envelope, my handwriting looked like that of a drunk old man (no offense to the aging, male population who enjoy their drink), so I went to the neighbor's house, and asked her to address the envelope.
A little bit about this geographical area: I am in the south part of Tillamook County, just outside of a town called Hebo, in the house where I was raised. The closest grocery store with fresh produce is 15 minutes away (a 9 mile drive), and the nearest towns with major grocery store chains, clothing, office supplies, a drug store or a hospital are 30 minutes away in either direction. Tillamook is 21 miles north, and Lincoln City is 23 miles south. After living in New York City for 12 years, I'm feeling stranded.
The interview went well, though I think my answers to the panel's questions could have been more concise. I also picked up some painting supplies and a sprinkler head while I was in Tillamook, though I don't know whether I'll be able to use them with just my left hand. I picked up a package of thank-you notes, intending to send one to the folks who interviewed me, and realized that I would need to print the note on my computer, just signing it by hand. When I began to address the envelope, my handwriting looked like that of a drunk old man (no offense to the aging, male population who enjoy their drink), so I went to the neighbor's house, and asked her to address the envelope.
A little bit about this geographical area: I am in the south part of Tillamook County, just outside of a town called Hebo, in the house where I was raised. The closest grocery store with fresh produce is 15 minutes away (a 9 mile drive), and the nearest towns with major grocery store chains, clothing, office supplies, a drug store or a hospital are 30 minutes away in either direction. Tillamook is 21 miles north, and Lincoln City is 23 miles south. After living in New York City for 12 years, I'm feeling stranded.