I had an odd dream last night, I went to the Honolulu Partners in Care meeting, but once I got there I realized I had not shaved my armpits, and had several inches of hair emerging from my sleeveless dress. I was so mortified I was laughed out of the room.
Okay, so I went to the meeting yesterday, before the dream, and it went uneventfully fine. My armpits were just as well groomed and professional as the rest of me. I was not laughed out of the room, but met some nice people, and reintroduced myself to some people I met through applying for jobs/temping. It was a nice feeling, introducing myself to those who I had interviewed with for a paper-pushing or other job that I felt over-qualified for, being told that they preferred to hire locals, or hire someone with an administrative assistant background, or met while I was making copies and maintaining files at the salvation army. Its nice to feel that I am now showing what I am really capable of, that I am becoming a part of the Honolulu nonprofit community, not just sending it’s faxes.
Even still, never has it been such a relief to wake up and have hairless armpits, to realize that even through challenges, I have a job that is a good fit for my skills and has a mission I support.