Last Friday we went to visit the homestead and enjoy a night of
The next day, Saturday, I tried my best to make sure that Muffin would understand that Grand-mama and Grand-daddy's word was law. Then, I headed back to the house I call home (since I'm all homeless and shit) to get ready for the Job Conference on Sunday and Monday. I ironed, I packed, I prayed. I tried to think of everything.
I got to the conference on Sunday and started to get excited about all the different employers that would be coming. I attended the company briefings all day, retired to my room and proceeded to do a little "homework" so that I'd be prepared for the next phase on Monday. The Interview. Or, as I like to call it, The Phase Of Doom.
Do you know it's been over ten years since I have interviewed for a job? Yeah, I'm way out of practice. I reviewed the list of "usually asked questions" and tried to come up with decent, non-damning answers and yet, they asked me none of those. It was brutal. I was a mess. Did I mention that my whole neck and face turn red and blotchy under pressure? 'Cause it does! In spades!!
I finished my final interview at 5pm Monday evening and left the hotel both exhausted and ready for a drink. The recruiter told me to call at a certain time the next morning for feedback and I spent the remainder of my evening worrying that I would over-sleep and forget to make the call. Not that it would have mattered because, as it turns out, none of the individuals I had interviewed with thought I'd be a good candidate for their company. EPIC FAIL!
Talk about feeling low. I am very good at feeling sorry for myself and I am not ashamed to admit that I did a great deal of that for, ummmm, about an hour.
THEN! While I was wallowing in self-pity, I had a phone call from the Northern Virginia area - I was wary of answering it but some impulse prompted me to do so. It was from an employer who had seen my resume posted on a public site and felt that I had the credentials to fill their vacancy! Very exciting!
So, now I have an interview next week in an area that I had never considered moving to. Still, I'm very excited because the job description sounds EXACTLY like something I'd be happy with! Whoo Hoo! What's the old proverb? When God closes a door he often opens a window? Thank You!! Thanks for another chance! Let's just hope I don't fuck this one up too...
I spent the remainder of my week back at the parent's house, shopping for shoes, playing with Muffin and generally enjoying the fact that (for a few weeks) I am a lady of leisure. I can't wait to find a job, but on the whole, I think I'm better at laying around and doing whatever I want. Go Figure.