Diary of a Home Bird
NEW year, new you. January inevitably means a host of inspirational quotes and advertisements telling you how to be a better person.
For my family there were new beginnings way before the bells chimed at midnight on December 31. A little bundle of joy arrived to my brother Lorcán and his wife Karen on December 19.
Despite family interventions reminding them that January would be more favourable for the baby’s future football career, and that a Mayo baby should be born in Mayo, Baby Tadhg was born healthy and happy three weeks early, in University Hospital Galway.
The debate is still running about Baby Tadhg’s actual name though. Two of his big cousins sparked it off just hours after he was born.
“It’s Tadhg,” my niece Aoibh replied when asked about her new cousin’s name. Her cousin Saran was having none of it. “No Aoibh, it’s Tiger.” And, you guessed it, it’s stuck.
In relation to my own new beginnings, well, it’s still very much a work in progress. I’m still on the job hunt … Well come on, I couldn’t very well be sending out CVs over the festive period. Plus, I’m the queen of procrastination.
This whole grown-up stuff is daunting. The thought of interviews makes my stomach do somersaults. ‘Networking’ is a buzzword I’ve been hearing a lot lately, the old ‘it’s not what you know, it’s who you know’.
The only thing is I’m actually really bad at networking. Calling a stranger and asking them questions about an event, incident or experience, no problem. Talking about my strengths, weaknesses, hobbies over a dry martini, not so much.
That’s why I’ve been dreading having to put myself out there again. Plus, I’m the youngest child. I expect things to be done for me.
That’s according to my sister anyway. She recently informed friends, fam and I on the night of the roomies’ 40th wedding anniversary that things seem to work out for me. Comparing me with my eldest brother, she said we were cut from the same cloth.
“Things miraculously work out for them. Ciara will happen to chat to the right person someday and mention she’s on the look out for a job and be handed one,” said my sister.
I defended my corner to a certain extent, but did admit that myself and the bro do hover on the pass line of life, not exerting ourselves too much.
Funnily, two days later I unknowingly ‘networked’.
After celebrating the birth of Baby Tadhg (bearing in mind he arrived into the world at 2.58am on a Monday morning), I had deadline day to get on with at Mayo News HQ. A little worse for wear, I got on with things and began chasing a front-page story.
Looking up a local councillor’s number on my phone, I dialled from the landline and waited for a response.
Confusion ensued, instead of ringing Cllr Al McDonnell, I got through to an old college friend ‘Alan’ and after explaining the mix up we got talking about future career prospects. Being a half Mayo man, he of course offered to help me out and said he could put in a good word with his boss for a position and for me to send on my CV.
Whether it was hungover-ness or serendipity, here’s hoping something comes of it…
> In her fortnightly Diary of a Home Bird column, Ciara Galvin reveals the trials and tribulations of a twenty-something year old still living with her parents.