I love baseball. I almost wrote I still love baseball, but that's unnatural. That comes from a discussion I heard on sports radio this spring. The announcers were all giddy with anticipation, save the 20-something NBA reporter. He claimed most of his generation remained unbitten by the baseball bug, only interested in the NBA and NFL. I was first stunned, then saddened.
As a post-50 job-seeker, your best bet to land an interview -- and ultimately the job -- is through people you know, i.e. networking. Nevertheless, your resume still needs to be top-notch; your contacts will generally recommend you by providing perspective employers with a copy of this vital document.
As a post-50 job-seeker, you're likely to encounter a number of preconceptions regarding your energy, enthusiasm and commitment to a new position and to your career in general. Many younger employers will hold the opinion that you're feeling burnt out, no longer flexible and open to new ideas, and are basically just putting in time until retirement.
I think we do know where we are headed as a society and are reluctantly accepting of it. America is marching towards an ever increasing militarism, police who are brutal and proud of it, a continued degradation of the environment, a financial breakdown of both the poorest as well as the majority of middle class families, and our television shows reflect that now.
The success of your job interview is contingent upon several factors: the impact of your first impression, your ability to handle yourself well and speak to your strengths, how well your skills and experience match with the general requirements of the position, your personality and your overall professionalism. This all-important conversation is your moment to shine.
In the fourth grade, I had the toughest teacher of my life: Ms. Daly. She wasn't physically imposing, or necessarily mean; she was smart, tough and didn't take any crap. She was going to teach us, and we were going to learn, come hell or high water. It's like she combined the roles of parent and teacher into one authority-figure superhero. That year, I had my first proper fist fight.