Sometimes the "Old Thirteen" Comes Back to Bite You in the A$$.

I think that if you have been a follower of "Kirb Appeal" (my other blog and video series) for awhile, you probably have a pretty good idea of what I'm like. (And, if not...why not? I'm FABULOUS!) And I probably come across as being smart and funny and confident. And most of the time, I am.

But every once in awhile someone says something that socks you in the gut and all the self-doubt and bad feelings are there again, just like they were in eighth grade.
The other day I was reading a blog that a younger, hipper woman writes (of which I am insanely jealous, mainly because there were no blogs when I was younger and hipper--oh, who am I fooling? I was never hip.) and of course it resonated, because we annoying girls are always annoying, irregardless of how old we are. And we tend to become solitary over time, because no one wants to hang around with the annoying girl.

Annoying girls keep their fingers crossed, hoping that ONE DAY someone will want to date them and marry them and maybe, if they're lucky, the boy will have a sister and she will feel compelled to be a friend to annoying girl, just because her brother will beat her up if she isn't.

I never had any trouble dating, mainly because guys don't find me annoying. Apparently there are different standards, like as long as a girl has two X chromosomes, she's datable. And I thought, as I grew older, I would make some friends. REAL friends, like the kind who will visit you in the hospital if you're dying. But that hasn't happened yet, and now I know why.

Yesterday, sitting at a restaurant having martinis with colleagues, I was told that I would never be invited to a girls' weekend at the beach because I am annoying. The term that was used was "high maintenance," but the translation was "annoying." And that I would never be included.

In a flash, as if by magic, I was fourteen years old again, targeted by "mean girls." And not one of the women at that table went to bat for me.

I have moved on from being annoying girl to annoying woman. Maybe I need to reconsider the title of my other blog.
Maybe I'm not so appealing after all.

Same theme, different blog.

Here's another blog about education.

One of my own personal favorites, Taylor Mali

Says this about teaching.

For Those of You Who Wonder What Part of the Problem Is...

Please read this

If you're over fifty...

This is interesting.

I applied for two jobs...

using the "new and improved" resume. We'll see what happens.

DOB: unknown

Received the fifth "Thanks but no thanks...not even interested in interviewing you" e-mail.
Contrary to popular belief, I'm rather amusing in person. I'm smart and funny and I'm not afraid of a little hard work. I don't expect to get paid the big bucks...I'll even do a "trial run" for free--let me give you a week of my time. You won't be disappointed.
But no.

Honestly, I think folks are put off by my age.
What else can it be? I have an undergraduate degree in English/Communications and a graduate degree in Education. I am a fantastic reader, a good writer and can communicate clearly and effectively.

I can get thirteen- and fourteen-year-old BOYS to dance a production number from "A Chorus Line."

I am magical.

But I can't even get an interview.

I'm thinking of leaving my year of my graduation from Westminster off of my resume to see if it makes a difference. I know that ageism is illegal, but I believe it exists. (Just like prostitution, but I AM too old to go that route!)

Meanwhile, if you hear of any jobs that call for someone who can read and write and think and motivate and work a little magic now and then, please let me know!