BLOBBY'S BLOG

I had purposefully done little with my job search and damn if it didn't come 'round to kick my in the groin.

Before the ending of my former job, I had interviewed for two positions. One of those had not even been created, but my name had been floated around as THE candidate. Or at least I was led to believe. So I kind of sat on my hands (and ass) and did nothing about any other position. All signs pointed to the probability that I would be offered the job. ...and guess what? I wasn't! I have no one to blame other than myself. What the frick was I thinking?

I have to commend the man who interviewed me. He actually emailed to tell me they went with another candidate. Is email the appropriate medium for a rejection? It is the 21st century (it's gonna be much better for a girl like me - or so say Debbie Harry), so I suppose it is ok. I think he did it for a more immediate communique than having H.R. send out a form letter weeks from now - if at all. Anymore you're lucky if you hear anything about any position one applies for. Which kind of takes me back to the other job for which I interviewed. As far as I know, no decision has been made....which is fine. Does that mean I'm still a candidate? I have no idea. None whatsoever.

But on the one job I definitely did not get - even though it was not the end-all / be-all position - it was a job. A good more than decent one. More importantly it would have re-established structure in my life. I'm not doing very well with being free-range. How do chickens do it? Yet it still felt like slightly sucker-punched. Or so was my reaction. For the first time since unemployment, I truly felt depressed.

I think I did the right thing by emailing him back to thank him for the opportunity, blah blah blah - but also to inquire about the pros and cons of my interview so that I might learn from what I may have lacked. I don't know I'll actually get that feedback, but it could happen and he might see it as the mature and professional me. Not that I exhibited any other side to him.

That whole when one door opens / shut thing everyone talks about to make you feel better? Maybe it's not all hooey. Not ten minutes after my rejection I got a phone call to set up an interview next week for a job. I threw my hat into the ring only last Friday. Either I'm that good or they're that desperate. Don't ruin it for me. That statement was meant to be rhetorical.