I feel like most of my time I spend waiting. Waiting for that great job posting to apply. Then I wait again for a reply. I wait for the crops to grow and then for them to produce. I have found several jobs good enough to apply to and even some great posts for positions I truly desire yet interviews have been scare with there being so many other applicants to compete with. I’ve been harvesting very young heads of lettuce as I tire of the wait and like the number of applicants I am yielding a terrific lettuce crop.
As for the potatoes, as anxious as I am the early harvest isn’t ready. It isn’t due for another few weeks, yet I had to peek, sneaking under the plant feeling around finding fooseball size spuds I need to let grow as specified another two weeks.
A few days ago I thought I spotted a flower on the sweet pea pod crop but it’s not there and I continue to wait anticipating their growth, and then the pods, and then their sweet crunch.
In the meantime I weed, I water, and I continue to clear the land and plant the next crop. Then I sit and wait. I search the internet for jobs near and far, I apply with a nice cover letter and an updated resume, and again I wait.
When the prospective employer asks what I have been doing since leaving my last job I can’t very well tell them all that I have done, nor can I tell them what I do most.
Could you imagine me sitting across from an interviewer and giving the reply, “I’ve been waiting.”