Dialing Out

I started the new gig yesterday. I really like my manager. She is a very upbeat person, and gives great feedback. For now I am on the phone a lot. Staring at cubicle walls is not my favorite thing, but I will be out with the clients every week (for the first month, then every other week afterward). The schedule is probably the most fantastic thing about the job. I have mornings free to take meetings for my own business, and one weekday off to take care of errands. I also get out in the late evening, so going out during the week is not off limits (love it!). The only problem is that all this new freedom is making it increasingly hard for me to be patient with Chuck. Last night we were talking on the phone (his roommate's phone to be exact), and he mentioned that he really needs a job. He said that he feels like he is trying so hard, but is getting shot down constantly. Knowing that he is barely trying considering he has never applied to the many openings in the city, but goes to the tiny restaurants in his suburban neighborhood, I told Chuck that he really should try harder. He may find that putting real effort into finding a job actually empowers him. He will also, more likely, find something if he is going to more employers. It took me a few weeks, but I knew that I could be picky, and I still applied to a minimum of 3 positions a day. At this point Chuck will just have to get himself into gear, or I will be speeding past him.