You heard it, kids, i’m over it. It’s almost like I never interviewed with company #1. But i did, and I’m glad I did, but what I’m trying to say here is that I’m no longer down. I had my little emotional moment there - I called my dad and sobbed my face off, I started my little angry blame cycle, cursing everyone I used to report to (yes, you), I sat on the couch and stared off into space, I walked in the cold dressed inappropriately with wet eyes staring vacantly and popped into starbucks for a depression latte, and then you know what? I came home, stared at my computer and thought (family members, cover your eyes, there is a swear fest coming up):
I am only fucking myself if I give up
Well, I’d be fucking Factor over hardcore, too, but who is getting what lesson if I give up on ME? Yeah. I’d be in worse shape. This shit happens every day to every person who is looking for employment. And some poor saps are way less qualified than me and proper fucked. So seriously, is there time to sit around feeling sad sally? No, there isn’t. I got myself into the shower, lotioned up, dried my hair, put on my heels, black pants, and grey sweater, wrapped my factor family xmas scarf around my neck, hooked my portfolio and resume under my arm and headed out to what I thought was going to be an informal job discussion (literally, i almost wore sneaks! Hey, I was still bleary eyed from tears I haven’t cried for like years!)
It was an interview and it was SPLENDID. Highlights include:
- stable company with a start up feel
- access to leaders in advertising and marketing
- traveling for conferences in horrible places like park city, Utah and Hollywood (I know, how awful)
- multiple tasks, not just one
- small small small and exciting
- in nyc and close to Factor’s building and cheese fries
And that is ALL I’m going to tell you. Oh, except that he also said that he would be calling in the next couple days, that my resume rose to the top of the list, and we share a love for photography and nerds. If I don’t get it, I’ll feel that horrible disappointment again, but for now, it’s like the interview wiped the slate clean and made me feel like I’m not done yet, and fate is what it is. I wasn’t meant to get the job at company #1 and frankly and devoid of sour grapes (because you can ask anyone), I wasn’t really interviewing for THAT job, I was interviewing to get into the company … for a job four months after that job.
So, worry not, my wonderful friends, and keep pulling for me. I love you and thank you all for your support, it’s the gel inserts of my soul.
Forgive the cliche, god knows there are enough of them.
But a wise person once said “Whenever one door closes, another one opens.”
Of course they also said “Two men enter, one man leave!”
(Errr… wait, that might have been Tina Turner…
Most of us have been there, you’re not alone, hang in there, and you are going to kick ass and take names!
And then, you are going to treat yourself to a carbohydrate induced coma! ’cause that will RaWk!
still crossing my fingers and toes…
can we make cheese fries for our vday dinner?
Don’t lose hope - Finding a job can sort of like looking for the perfect mate. Sometimes the radder you are, the harder it is. But sooner or later, if you stay rad, you’ll wind up in a better place than most dorkus malorkus’s. Moral: Stay rad.
I wish I had your ability to keep a positive outlook on life! Ever consider writing inspirational speeches?