Autistic Nick, Cover Letters, Resumes, and the Rain
This week the villagers of Joondalup rejoiced.
The weather forecasters had predicted rain on Friday allowing them the rest of the week to tend to their washing, cleaning of shutters, mowing the grass, having engaging conversations with the local greengrocer as they stand in the mid-day sun waiting for their fruit and vegetables to be weighed and placed into a brown paper bag.
The villagers were happy and content. For although it was cold (unlike Darwin where current temps are in the high 30’s) they were able to go about their every day business.
For me my week was as action packed as ever.
I was Anne Hathaway (Andrea “Andy” Sachs) in the devil wears Prada and my week was Meryl Streep playing my boss Miranda Priestly.
A late-night phone call from a 08 number (8 is the Perth phone code).
Undeterred I answered it.
Could I possibly email an article for publication to them by Wednesday? I ask what time on Wednesday? They say by midday?
I stupidly agree.
They end the call by saying check your emails. I do.
I foolishly see that I have a lot of work to do in order to make my deadline.
Outside the wind began howling, on the news at 6 concerned villagers voiced their concern to a young wind-swept reporter.
The wind is still hoovering around and howling at various intervals. Concerned villagers are popping up on various news channels to voice their concern around the wind and now a potential pouring of rain.
Market stall holders quickly mark their fruit and vegetables down by half price, for they know that when the rain does come the local villagers won’t come and visit their stalls and they’ll be left with stock which they’ll have to write off. A loss that they are not wishing to wear.
News ticket tapes begin appearing across all new bulletins warning of the up-coming rain.
I am sitting inside my bedroom, at my desk, tapping away on my computer.
I constantly reach for the backspace button. Failure to meet my deadline isn’t an option.
I am woken up by the wind and it’s howling, and it’s cries for the rain to join it.
The rain thus far hasn’t responded and so for now all we can hear is the distant cries of the wind being unsuccessful in it’s attempts to woo the rain into its alliance.
Lunch time comes.
My article has now been proof read by my sister and my mother and once I am happy with it I compose an email and press send. Lunch time comes, and I take off my glasses, and relax eating my lunch and enjoying a hot mug of tea.
A 75% fruit and vegetable sale is currently being advertised on the local news and radio channels.
I am currently navigating the various recruitment websites out there.
It’s not looking too great on the job front given the limited positions that are currently available to me. By mid afternoon I do find a job and apply for it.
I compose a cover letter making sure that I cover all of the essential job criteria elements that are required for me to apply for this job.
Our worse fears here in Joondalup have come true.
Late last night a smattering of rain began to trickle down from the skies above.
Nothing was reported as it was just a trickle. But over-night and as sun rose the rain descended onto WA. Villagers began deserting the town square, newsagencies reported loss of earnings as newspapers weren’t collected, supermarkets were empty, the streets were deserted.
I stayed inside in the warm. I had the heater on and was wrapped in a blanket.
An email reply came back about my article. An edit had been done and it needed my approval.
So, Friday was spent reading the edited version and replying back that I was happy with the edited version of my article.
The rain was now joining the wind and the two began their dance of the elements.
Overnight the elements decided to leave WA. The villagers rejoiced.
The food staples that had sat on the shelves of the supermarket were still fit for human consumption and a sigh of relief was felt around Joondalup.
For breakfast I had scrambled eggs on toast and a mug of tea. By 10.00 AM I leave my house and travel to the barbers.
I need a hair-cut. By 11.10 I am back home.
The reason for the hair-cut is that I am having my photo taken next week to accompany my article. So, I need to look my best.
Sunday beckons to me
“Come and binge things on Netflix it says repeatedly”
and so I do.
Carry on the Conversation
Carry on the conversation
I hope your week has been as action packed as mine was?
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