Four months of job searching, and not. one. single. interview.
This has NEVER happened to me before. Excuse me while I brag, but I am an excellent candidate. I’ve gotten every job I’ve ever interviewed for. I have a degree from a great school and loads of corporate experience. AND I started two businesses of my own, and while the first one was a spectacular failure, I learned my lessons and did very well for myself the second time around.
But no one has even thought I warranted a meeting. It’s a huge ego bruise.
I approached the search with my snobby nose held high, refusing to send resumes out to any job that appeared to be somebody’s secretary. The Almond Board of California sent me an email to participate in a written interview, which, I’m sorry again, but I rocked it. Seriously. And two weeks later I got a form rejection letter. I was thoroughly qualified, I nailed the written portion, they wouldn’t have to pay for relocation. Maybe I just think way too highly of myself, but unless they promoted from within or had somebody’s brother take the position, I don’t understand how I could have lost that job.
By that time the clock was ticking and I knew I just needed to find something. We hope to pursue IVF in September/October, and I refuse to work during that process. People do it every day with no problems, but I won’t. I’ve been cheated out of so many things during this whole crappy infertility thing, I’m not going to give up my nesting time so I can earn $8 an hour. So since that meant that I was only going to be working for a few months, I couldn’t afford to wait around for the right job.
I took a deep breath, and applied as a receptionist at a healthcare network.
One day I’m working around the house, and the telephone rings. I couldn’t find the stupid cordless phone, like always, and I missed the call. The caller ID said it was the healthcare place, but they didn’t leave a message and they never called back. Apparently I had one shot, and since I didn’t pick up by the third ring, no job for me.
That marked the end of the job search. As the months on Lupron continue I’m getting increasingly hormonal, I’m still dealing with a few residual endo symptoms as well as new Lupron symptoms, then there’s the whole weight issue again, I just COULD NOT TAKE one more reason to be depressed.
Instead I’ve been spending my time writing my craft book. I’m now about halfway done, which is just about the point where it’s ready to start sending off to publishers. I just need to finish some of the writing and organization and then say my prayers and hope it finds its way to a company that wants to buy it. Like any creative endeavor, it’s a serious long shot, but I’m hoping that something will actually come of it, and then it won’t matter that I couldn’t find a job in this crappy town. I will be a writer.