Unemployment Chronicles, Day 17: Coach

I thought google-imaging "Coach" would surely bring up images of the guy from Cheers, but he was nowhere to be found.  I suppose women know that Coach means purses, in the same way that men know that Alabama = Crimson Tide, but I did not.

I met my outplacement coach yesterday, and she calmed my concerns quite a bit.  I think that is part of her job.  I really, really think that.  She agreed enthusiastically with most of the things I said, including strongly sympathizing with me about my last job, which is kind of important.  I recognize this technique, as I have seen it before.  When someone's confidence is at a low point, like when they have just left a job, validate their feelings by going along with them as much as possible.  This technique works very well on me, even though I am aware of it, or at least think I am.  I admit it; I just like people who agree with me.  They seem so...sensible.

One tangible outcome is that I have now joined a job search support group every Monday, led by my coach.  It sounds a bit like Alcoholics Anonymous, but it's meant to keep you accountable and share ideas, and it's a chance to network.

As for the resume, it is a work in progress, but importantly, I can use the one I have.  That takes the pressure off while I try to reword some lines and add more information.

I spoke with a recruiter today, someone who knows me through work and mutual acquaintances, so better than just a cold call.  It went well as far as I could tell.  If they can get me into contract work, it could be a real opportunity -- at worst a chance to make some connections without a permanent commitment, at best a different type of career.  Different sounds excellent.