SHOES!!!

Remember how I had to go shopping for a suit and I found it so hard to do? Well it was a challenge but I got through it and I learned a little something in the process. I learn two things about myself:

1. I love wearing my new suit jacket with jeans and heels. Wow. Sassy fun!

2. I LOVE SHOES!! Though I have always know I enjoyed shoes of an active nature--Chacos, Tevas, Keens, etc.--I did not know that dress shoes could be so fun!

Do I have a job?!

August 11, 2010, exactly 23 months from the day I left Albania I received a job offer!

Back in December of 2009 I was told of an organization that will be working with local High School Students to improve their interpersonal skills and increase their emotional intelligence. This was to be done with programs in the schools that use youth group/camp type activities and military training exercises that promote the development of self-esteem and skills outside of the academic. Sounded SO interesting!!

I applied immediately, was giving another person to contact, and was then told hiring would begin in February. I didn’t hear and didn’t hear. In March I heard from a third person in regards to the hiring—it had been delayed. Throughout the spring and summer I would hear from different people at the company every six weeks or so and was always told that hiring hadn’t yet begun. Four weeks ago I sent my resume (again) to an HR firm in England that had been hired to help with the hiring process. That lady informed me that I was cleared and my info had been sent to the company in the UAE. I never heard more...

UNTIL…

…Saturday the 7^th, I received a call about an interview. I interviewed the 10^th and was offered a job the 11^th. I am supposed to start around the 1^st of September and have been offered a salary that will allow me to live and get my own place to live too. Wow!

Is it too good to be true? After the last two long years I can’t imagine having a solid job that will support me. I am waiting for it to fall apart but remaining hopeful in spite of myself. 

Thursday, around 11am, I get a call. “Hello Caitlin, It is M-- with ERM. Remember me?” I did and she proceeded to ask me to come in to their office. “Could I come in Sunday? I’m really busy today.” “Well no, you meet the client Sunday?” “Oh so you are giving me a job?!” “Yes. Please come.”

I ended up going in to their office, was told they would hire me as a freelance and that I would meet the client Sunday. Wow.

I need a SUIT!! This job requires professional work cloths...hummm....

Enter wonderful Angie! Angie spent a long Friday cruising all the malls with me and helping me to understand business/professional dress. It was a VERY stressful day for me. Every time I looked in the mirror I saw someone that looked like me but was dressed oddly. I'll forever be grateful for Angie's patience and help.

Upon finally choosing the suit and purchasing it I brought it home and modeled it. "Isn't it a little snug?" inquired Mom. It was quite stressful. How could I do the job if I couldn't even find the right cloths!? Later that day I got in to the actual work and enjoyed it. Though I shopping is a huge challenge I enjoyed the work!

That job is now finished and once again I am waiting. 

A Possible New Career...

A Friday evening in Abu Dhabi; a creative, wonderful friend hosting a theme party… A ROCK STAR IS BORN!

With a month’s notice before the night of the “Red Carpet Rock Star” party I was able to be fully prepared:  A top from Emirates Discount Market, a guitar made of duct tape and cardboard, jewelry that belonged to grandma and great-grandma, and a wonderful sister to help with makeup, hair and shoes—I am ready!!

I didn’t know I could look like a rock star but apparently I can. 

Dad acted as my bodyguard and Mamma promoted me as my agent. *Cait-astrophy* rolled up to the party while Cait wondered if maybe she should pursue a new career. It is way too much fun to dress up, party and dance all night, and to be photographed.

Though I have NO musical skills what-so-ever, I do love to sing and party. Is that enough? Did I miss my calling?!