Becoming an “Adult”

This week, I worked on becoming that better job seeker that I described in my “New Year, New Job Search” post.  I made 20+ phone calls on Wednesday, an accomplishment for anyone, but especially for me, a girl with a phobia of cold calling.  Today, I finally started passing out resumes face-to-face at the State Capitol.

But what I’ve been thinking about all the while is which parts of me are to be left behind as I move closer to becoming a person with a capital C Career.

This morning, I put on my business casual and printed out my resumes and cover letters.  I put on my big girl boots and made polite small talk with the receptionists I left resumes with and the various state employees that pointed me in the right direction along the way.  I played the part, but I realized that I still basically looked like this while driving to and from the Capitol:

My head, someone else’s body. Thank you once again to Photoshop for assisting me with this re-enactment.

That’s right…I’m a serial car singer. More like a car belt-er.  Seriously, something about being in a car with Ke$ha or Katy Perry blasting out of the speakers makes me think I’m Celine Dion.  But the point I’m trying to make is that it doesn’t matter how professional sounding my phone calls are and how politely I reply to e-mails…I still spend my weeknights watching – and LOVING – Glee and Jersey Shore.

Do adults do all these things?  I’d say probably not.  This is why I classify myself as a “college grad” or a “young adult” rather than an actual A-dult (pronounced the way adults do, with an A as in “apple”).  What I’m wondering now is when I make the transition.  When do young adults become adults?  Is it when they land their first real job?  When they get married?  When they have kids?  And which juvenile aspects of our personalities need to be dropped in order for other adults to accept us as one of their own?

In the past six months, I’ve heard a lot of talk about separating work and home, public and private…Especially when it comes to things like Facebook.  I imagine many people don’t want to be Facebook friends with work acquaintances because they don’t want their coworkers to see a glimpse of their personal life and have their reputation tarnished in some way.  In this situation, is “personal life” code for “my not-so-adult tendencies”?  In a world of social networks and transparency everywhere you turn, does becoming an adult mean pushing away your inner child, or is it more about learning to separate the professional from the personal?

I sure hope it’s the latter.  I promise to never practice my karaoke version of Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer” at work, as long as I can maintain my ability to let loose and let my silly side out from time to time in the car on the way home.

One thought on “Becoming an “Adult”

  1. Fidel Hart says:

    I actually have two fb profiles now. One for my friends and family. The other for friends and acquaintances that I work with. I figured it would be easier that way. I don’t want people from work knowing too much about me I suppose.
    And being a car singer is a lot better than being a car make up artist, lol. Sing away.

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