Well, after a hellish week waiting…I found out I did not get the job. That news, coupled with my-not-always-remembering- to-take-my-Prozac, left me wallowing in the depths of my old friend Depression. I took the news really hard. This new job was perfect me. It would be just the change I needed. I had ‘wowed’ them at my interviews. Or so I thought.
This whole experience was good for me in the end. It has been a long time since I have put myself out there and I really have had almost no experience with a real interview process. It made me remember some of my old passion. Also brought into focus for me was the fact that this whole job thing is what I will be doing for like the next 30 plus years so I better find something I like to do. I am working towards figuring that out but I tend to lose sight of that in this business of living. I am going to school part-time to obtain my bachelor’s degree. The end seems so far away when you can only take 2 maybe 3 classes a semester, slowly, but surely I am getting there though.
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Sorry about the job :(
Sending you big virtual hugs and hoping the depression cloud lifts soon.
p.s. Thanks for reminding me to take my zoloft that I threw in my purse this morning, 'cause y'know, it takes so much effort to swallow the damn thing then and there. Sigh.
So sorry about the job... but send them a note and let them know how excited you were about it and to please keep you in mind should things change down the road. You never know.
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