Yes that's right, I gots me a job!! I hate it. You didn't even know I was looking for a job or without work because I am so terrible at this blogging thing. Yeah, I have been ungainfully unemployed for a long while now and have been blessed by God with a good Job that pays well and that I hate. Let me say that if I weren't so shy I would absolutely love my job but I am a little pussy with no spine so I can't get into the groove of this work.
Long story longer, I interviewed a few months ago for a job at a department store with a makeup line. Didn't get the job because of my shyness and lack of experience with sales. I must salute the lovely lady that interviewed me because she fought like hell to get me hired. She sent me on about three interviews with different companies and they all liked me a lot and seemed to want to hire me if only I would assert myself and be more comfortable in my own skin. Well imagine my stomach turning nausea and shock when about two months later, one of the companies that had rejected me called in the middle of my bran flake breakfast to ask me if I would like to become a Freelance makeup artist. Never one to tell a person when I am scared shitless and still completely inexperienced I jumped at the offer.
Well here it is a month since that fateful day and I have been working about three times a week as a traveling Makeup Artist. I feel like I'm in the Circus and judging from the work that I have been doing I think I missed my calling. I basically go from store to store doing peoples makeup, selling them makeup and mentally shitting myself for hours at a time. I'm getting better at it every time and I'm just going to take the fact that my boss (yes, I will admit that the fact that I have a boss is kinda cool) keeps sending me to very important events and giving me these great opportunities is proof that I'm not as much of a failure as I think I am.
My schedule is kinda poopy too. I usually get weekend work which really blows as Saturday morning is usually my pancake and "Wait, Wait, don't tell me" time. My first Saturday was a shock to my system as my boss had warned me that she was just going to throw me into the fire.
6:45am until 6:30pm doing makeup and trying to get cheap people that can easily afford what I just spent forty five minutes applying to their face to now buy it. I have now spent about ten such occasions and it never ceases to amaze me that women and girls will wake up and go to a mall at 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday for the sake of free samples.
I've noticed though that I work best alone. I am fortunate to work with wonderful people but I am so self conscious that I feel like every suggestion is an attack and assurance of my impending termination. I am sure though that this time next month I will have found my groove and will be confident and happy because I love this job, I just hate the work. I have loved doing makeup for about twelve years now and am very good at it. It's just the selling that I am afraid of. I don't know why I feel like these women that set these appointments, no one put a gun up to their heads and made them come to me but for some reason I feel like I'm taking advantage of them. I don't know.....Pray for me because Friday and Saturday are gonna be two of those long days that require me to stand in one place for nine hours trying to convince people to buy stuff and I'm no good at it.
Send me your good vibes and energy.
