It’s “Linsanity” in South Florida today, so we’re going for a quick post before a healthy dose of talking heads to prepare for the most over-hyped regular season basketball game in history!
One of the odd things I’ve noticed about being “retired” (as an impoverished and widely unknown writer, I can’t really consider writing a “career”): almost every other friend I have is still employed.
Outside of my tennis days, that fact leaves me with considerably more free time than I imagined. Combine this with a potential shortfall in my retirement portfolio precipitated by the “Great Recession” and I am impelled to at least investigate the options of returning to the working world.
I recently sent a “feeler” out to a recruiting company and expect absolutely no contact from them. Not because my resume is unimpressive, but because my “cover letter” was so uninspiring. It is obvious I am not fully committed to rejoining the rat race any time soon.
When (if?) that time does come, I will be faced with a similar challenge from a different source, namely my reluctance to sell myself.
Often accused of false humility (and, confusingly, arrogance), I am truly not overwhelmed by my skills and talents compared to others. I prefer to deflect compliments and generally suggest the people around me are the true talents.
The problem with deferring credit is when it comes time for “tooting my own horn”, I don’t do a particularly good job. That’s not a bad thing when already employed in a large organization; I’ve generally been lucky enough that others have acknowledged my work and promoted me despite lack of my own expressed ambition.
Now, however, out in the cold-calling world of the unemployed, this singular deficiency could combine with my lukewarm interest in corporate employment to make a difficult time during the inevitable interview process.
The jury is still out on the financial necessity of me needing to get back to the daily grind. The excess of free time has not yet led to boredom, but that is a foreseeable possibility somewhere down the line. Before those two consequences intersect, I suppose I should come up with a higher opinion of myself…and sell high.