I used to think that I was really good at predicting whether or not I would get a job, because I am fairly intuitive when it comes to reading people's faces. I got word yesterday that I didn't get a job that I was pretty sure I would get, and it shocked me.
I did hear that there was a lot of debate about the matter, which is good, I suppose.
I did have the ability to say to myself, after the initial shock had passed, well there must be a good reason for me not being hired. God must have something else in mind for me.
Perspective and faith are very important during a job search. Otherwise the emotional roller coaster will be devastating.
I had a job interview yesterday afternoon that was really interesting. It lasted about 10 minutes. I walked in there with all my books and print magazines that I've ever published anything in, and that's a somewhat bulky thing to carry around. I think of it the "dog and pony show." Here, see my book with my name on the cover? See the magazine with my name printed right there on the page? See? The man asked me to bring everything in. He saw me pull everything out and pile it on the table. Then he didn't look at it.
It was for an editing job, and he asked me to edit a couple of sentences, make them grammatical. That was easy.
He then said he makes hiring decisions based on whether or not someone is trustworthy, not just whether or not they can edit. I have a feeling he made up his mind about hiring me within 10 seconds of meeting me. He asked me how long I had been writing and I had to think a minute. I started writing as soon as I could speak, because I loved to make up little poems and tell Mother and she would write them down - so about 48 years. He asked me how long I had been editing and I said since 1985, when I became a paralegal. Most of any paralegal job I've ever had has involved a lot of writing and editing.
He was a young guy with a bicycle in the corner of his office. I imagine I've been writing and editing, professionally, since before he was born. When I ponder that I feel extra special..... OLD.
I have a number of first cousins and now their children are all either in college or long through with college and onto starting or raising families. Two of them are grandparents.
Yep, we are all OLD.
Gotta go - later.