(Internal thought process: do I run some sort of search on
my spreadsheet to update the number of interviews I’ve had, as like salt on the
wound of this one? Or do I just plow ahead?)
I’m really sick of this.
It’s been two weeks since I updated the blog, and honestly I
lose track of all the interviews. Last I wrote, I had an uplifting conversation
with ASU. Right before that, the summary of a frustrating and brief interview.
What I didn’t mention in that post, was that I ran home for that phone
interview from a separate interview in the morning with mid-sized local nonprofit helping chronically
unemployed adults get work.
Shudder.
I thought about saying “THIS IS ME!” but restrained myself.
Afterall, I didn’t have a career for 20 years in an industry that disappeared.
I’m not 50, only 43. I haven’t been unemployed for 5 years, I’ve been
underemployed, scrambling for a couple part-time minimum wage jobs. And my
industry didn’t disappear, I sought a career change and accrued $70,000 in
student debt for a Master’s degree that gets me about $20,000 a year. So I’m not
the perfect client, but close.
ANYway, interview went well… blah blah, sent a thank you
note. And waited. That was two weeks ago from Friday. I meant to call Friday,
but didn’t. And no better way to start the day than with a phone call to a job interview
that you’re pretty sure you didn’t get!
She was caught a little off guard. They filled the position,
and she apologized for not getting back to me. I kept my dignity and didn’t
burst into tears, managed to ask about other positions, using her for a
reference, etc etc.
Then I hung up. Then I cried.
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