Retail Therapy



I met my unidentified female friend at an unidentified famous department store to shop. She needed a watch and earrings for her new uniform and I needed to spend time with her. We hadn’t spent time together in a while. I suppose that’s true of most female friends after the husband and the job.

Unidentified famous department store was having an amazing sale. Selected items were fifty to seventy five percent off and I ended up buying a cute green shirt with the history of cameras on it, also a nice interview dress.

I talked with unidentified female friend about the changes we’re experiencing with Peri-menopause. I’ve noticed that I will be doing something and all of a sudden I will feel flushed. I asked her if it was a hot flash, and she said yes. But, it’s not just the physical aspect of it that is horrifying to us, it is the fact that we’re getting old. I once was talking to a massage therapist and I remember him saying to me “it’s not about age, it’s that nobody wants to be ugly” And yes, it is about age and it’s about ugliness, it’s about not being noticed anymore. As a woman, I want to matter. I want to be noticed. Let’s face it, it’s harder to get a job when you’re older–people expect you to be retired.  That’s why it’s so important that I get back in the job market right now.

I don’t have time to waste.

And the Search Commences!


Part 1 begins with going to Unidentified Insurance Company

I live in Forest Hills and the office that I went to was in North Hampstead. I put on my best pair of stockings, a sexy black skirt, and unfortunately I dressed in the dark, so the blazer I picked to go with the skirt was dark navy blue and revealed it’s true color to me as I was standing in the sun.

I knew I was going for an interview for a sales position. But it was the only interview I had had lined up for myself in about a year. I ended up taking three busses to the place. It is a long, long way from my part of Queens to long Island by public transportation. While I was waiting for the third bus to come, I said to myself “c’mon, why don’t you just go home? you’ve got other things to do” but the other part of me said “No! You’re almost there! How bad would you feel if you almost got there and just turned back?”

When I got off the bus, a woman who also got off the bus, “Nicole” told me she loved my stockings, and I thanked her and we talked of this and that, she works in the area at a credit union, and she helped me find my way to the Unidentified Insurance Company office. Note to Self: sexy stockings make conversation starters.

I was about 15 minutes early and the recruiter saw me almost immediately and the sales pitch commenced.

He was a nice guy and he welcomed me and it has been so long since I’ve been welcomed or made to feel welcome. I sat there on the chair and I thought about a possible job selling Insurance. Maybe I have a hidden talent for it! Forget the lemonade stand that went bankrupt! The three days when I was a waitress! The time I tried to pitch an advertising opportunity to people, that I don’t even remember what it was! I could study financial things! I could be successful! I could make up to 100,000 dollars a year!!!!

But first I had to convince my husband that we needed a car.