11-20-2010, 03:14 PM
This is just a little rant. I'm so grateful to have you all as some of my best friends and I've learned how good it is to talk with good Christian friends.
I emailed a resume to a job opening and I got a call within a couple of hours for an interview the next morning. That in itself floored me because this had not been like my prior experience in this hellish economy. So, the interview went well enough, I was certainly well qualified for the position, but it was with the human resources director who was only screening as my job is technical and she admitted she was not in a position to discuss specifics of the job. The next step would have been with the outgoing Controller, who I would be replacing and the owner, who I would be working for directly. This was on a Friday and I was told I'd be called late Monday afternoon about a second interview and that the Controller was leaving the state so they would be making a hiring decision very soon.
I'm hyper aware of facial expression, body language, and tone of voice. I understand this is typical for people who have the kind of childhood background I have as it's about survival. It's one of the reasons I have a hard time in internet forums because I just can't really tell what's going on some of the time because I can't see you and I don't have enough data and I'm not inclined to trust just the words somebody says. Anyway, I felt that I had at least made it to the next level or would certainly be hearing one way or another from that woman. I had greeted her as she approached me from the front, followed her to her office, and sat across from her during the interview. At the end, she got up and stood behind me at her door while I was still seated reaching down for my purse and leather portfolio that I carry resumes and notepaper in. When I turned around and stood up, she had a bad look on her face.
My most recent skin cancer surgery, four months ago, was on the top of my head. I have short little hairs sticking straight up, a big scar, and the ends of the dissolvable stitches they told me would be gone by now are sticking out of my skin.
Did she see the top of my head? I'm sure she did. Did she think I just had brain surgery? I don't know.
I sat waiting for the phone to ring for days. Girls have good practice at this. I had a smokin' hot mess of a migraine but didn't take any meds because I was afraid I'd fail a urine drug test if I was offered the job. I did everything right: I told her I was very interested in the job as we parted and I emailed her a brief note thanking her for the interview.
No phone call. No email. No letter. No nuthin'.
Did skin cancer cost me the job? I will never know.
I know God has a perfect plan for me and it is unfolding perfectly, but sometimes it hurts.
This whole thing has been bugging me and I thank you with all of my heart for reading this and being my friends and understanding. I feel better now.
I emailed a resume to a job opening and I got a call within a couple of hours for an interview the next morning. That in itself floored me because this had not been like my prior experience in this hellish economy. So, the interview went well enough, I was certainly well qualified for the position, but it was with the human resources director who was only screening as my job is technical and she admitted she was not in a position to discuss specifics of the job. The next step would have been with the outgoing Controller, who I would be replacing and the owner, who I would be working for directly. This was on a Friday and I was told I'd be called late Monday afternoon about a second interview and that the Controller was leaving the state so they would be making a hiring decision very soon.
I'm hyper aware of facial expression, body language, and tone of voice. I understand this is typical for people who have the kind of childhood background I have as it's about survival. It's one of the reasons I have a hard time in internet forums because I just can't really tell what's going on some of the time because I can't see you and I don't have enough data and I'm not inclined to trust just the words somebody says. Anyway, I felt that I had at least made it to the next level or would certainly be hearing one way or another from that woman. I had greeted her as she approached me from the front, followed her to her office, and sat across from her during the interview. At the end, she got up and stood behind me at her door while I was still seated reaching down for my purse and leather portfolio that I carry resumes and notepaper in. When I turned around and stood up, she had a bad look on her face.
My most recent skin cancer surgery, four months ago, was on the top of my head. I have short little hairs sticking straight up, a big scar, and the ends of the dissolvable stitches they told me would be gone by now are sticking out of my skin.
Did she see the top of my head? I'm sure she did. Did she think I just had brain surgery? I don't know.
I sat waiting for the phone to ring for days. Girls have good practice at this. I had a smokin' hot mess of a migraine but didn't take any meds because I was afraid I'd fail a urine drug test if I was offered the job. I did everything right: I told her I was very interested in the job as we parted and I emailed her a brief note thanking her for the interview.
No phone call. No email. No letter. No nuthin'.
Did skin cancer cost me the job? I will never know.
I know God has a perfect plan for me and it is unfolding perfectly, but sometimes it hurts.
This whole thing has been bugging me and I thank you with all of my heart for reading this and being my friends and understanding. I feel better now.





