I have got to get out of the job I’m in. It’s awful, admin is driving the place into the ground, and it’s breaking my heart. I’m seriously considering leaving the profession altogether.
The thing is, my husband is seriously underpaid and we have a little tiny baby in the house. So I cannot afford a pay cut now, not when I have a job. But it’s not fair to come home to that baby mad all the time, not if I can avoid it.
So, I did what I never in my life thought I’d do - I asked my dad if he could score me a job at his old company. God. My whole life has been essentially spent trying to make sure I never turned into my dad, and now I’m begging for the opportunity! Obviously I feel kinda conflicted about it. (Not to mention kind of conflicted at abusing my privelege and asking my daddy to get me a job at age 34.)
Before he retired, my dad was the part owner of a company which has now, through retirements and deaths, fallen to the last remaining owner. I’ve known this guy pretty much my whole life; worked at the office one summer as a teenager, went to his wedding, etc. The last time I saw him was probably at my wedding, two years ago. So the kind of family friend who if I ran into him at Target I’d hug him, but then not see him again for a couple years.
I’m sure Dad’ll get me a chance to sit across a table from Big Boss. And I was very specific about what I’d need to make, so I think he’ll prep the guy with that information. So for all I know this is just a courtesy interview - he may be politely listening to me and then regretfully telling me he doesn’t have anything for me. On the other hand, he does know a lot of people, and maybe he can help me get something somewhere else. This is absolutely Old Boy Network territory; when I was a kid they even all smoked cigars. Very much a Who You Know sort of network. So there might be a place for me after all.
So, um, how do you do this? I don’t even know what to wear. Twenty years ago when I worked there it was a very formal office environment - the big guys all wore ties and sportcoats at the very least, and usually suits. I don’t know what it’s like now, and although Dad is out there a lot I know he isn’t noticing what the women are wearing. Is a suit too… amateur hour? Should I be walking in there like a peer? Because a suit, I wonder if that’s a little… needy? This is not a “job interview” per se, where you’ve been called in on the strength of your resume to interview for a specific position. This is a sit down with a specific guy to… I don’t know what. Pencil skirt and sharp blouse? What if it’s cold? Are boots out? I think boots are out. Surely I shouldn’t wear hose. (I haven’t owned hose in a decade, maybe more.) My gut says tailored pencil skirt and a sharp blouse. Am I on base?
And how on earth can I sell myself in a situation where I don’t know what I’m selling? This is not my industry. Obviously I’m going to tell them all the skills librarianship has given me - research, training, computers, office skills, leadership, customer service, etc. But what I really want is something that will give me a start in the industry, or at least an industry. Certifications, that sort of thing. Please don’t make me be an office manager! (Although I will be, understand. Especially if it’s a raise.) What on earth do I say? How do I present myself?
I guess the thing that’s freaking me out is, I’ve never really worked in the private sector. In public libraries, you know exactly where you stand because it’s all, uh, public. You know what the salary is, with maybe just a smidge of negotiation. You know what the job is. You apply for a job when a job is advertised. If a job isn’t advertised, there isn’t a job. So I really have no idea how to walk into a room and say “you need to acquire me because I have a lot of skills you need” when I’m not looking at a job description that explains the skills needed. Also, I’m afraid I’ll neglect to sell myself sufficiently because I obviously know what’s required to be a great librarian, and here this guy is completely outside the profession and has no idea what any of my skills are or what they can translate to.
Ugh. Somebody talk me down. I’ve been up nights worrying about this.