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Venting

I need to vent. I saw my grandparents today. Now don't get me
wrong. I love them. I even really enjoy them in general. They are
one of the reasons why I moved back to the Pacific Northwest. But
once in a while something is said to me that makes my eyes bulge and
I have to bite my tongue. Today it was from my grandfather.


I have been unemployed for a while. I haven't worked since I
moved here. This sucks, but I'm getting by and working hard to make
the employment thing happen. I'm not mooching off of anyone but
Grandpa is anxious for me to get a job...as am I.


I'm a corporate trainer. A performance consultant actually. I am
working on my graduate degree, I have a number of years of
experience, I came from the high tech industry where the amount of
training and variation has given me about 3X the experience a
standard trainer accumulates in the same amount of time. I love what
I do and I'm pretty good at it. I'm solid middle management.


This morning he brings me the phone book. He thinks it would be a
good idea if I went through the yellow pages and called businesses
to see if they need a trainer.


Then, later, he was admiring my knitting bag/purse and said I
should keep my resume in it. I thought it was for when I was riding
on a bus or train and was going to comment that it probably was a
good idea. But then he finished his thought. It was in case I met a
man that was hiring a secretary.


I'm not biting my tongue because he suggested I become a
secretary. I've done that and actually really like the work. But I'm
paying off a $50 thousand student loan so I would have fancy degrees
and skills to be the person who hires the secretary. Does Grandpa
think I'm Doris Day and my Rock Hudson is out there somewhere? Not
long after that when I said something about filling in the pothole
in front of the gate they were aghast I would suggest doing it when
there were men that lived on our lane that could do it.


The good news is. I'm not feeling bad about not being married as
I cruise up on my 37th birthday...


They actually do a good job of making me indignant and fiercly
independent.