elegantwaste's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - I got turned down for another job today. I was secretly hoping I wouldn't get this job, even though the job itself would be perfect, because it would require me to move back to Vancouver and leave my partner and family behind here. But of course I was MORE hoping that I'd get offered it, so that I could at least turn it down, rather than not get it at all. I've had several interviews this summer. A couple of them I have botched. Most of them I felt went fairly well, with a few things I could have improved. I have yet to get an offer. It's really getting me down, because even if I am a crap interviewer, which I might be, that isn't a reflection of how I will do the job. Goddamn it, I am DAMN intelligent (despite what readers may think based on my entries, hardy har har), SUPER competent, and a fucking PLEASURE to be around. Somebody hire me PLEASE so that I can get some much needed cash flow. Luckily, one thing staving off the complete doom and gloom a non-offer generally inspires in me is that I have another interview Thursday, for a pretty awesome job at a university that pays a small fortune, and that I would be great at. If I do my research, go prepared, and positive self-talk constantly until the interview, maybe (oh please) I can rock that interview and be set for at least a year (it's a term appointment.) Job anxieties and disappointments aside, I'm going a little stir-crazy. My partner's been away for 10 days, and I've been working from home, not seeing anybody, and not leaving the house. My usual chatting with the cats has escalated to full on conversations. Note to self: find someone to go out with tonight. 2:23 p.m. - 2008-08-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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