Tom Petty wasn’t kidding when he said the waiting is the hardest part.
Of course, its only been eight days -- who’s counting -- since I had my great job interview in New York City.
Compared to the nearly 16 months I’ve been out of a job, I guess I should be able to chill out for one more week.
But considering how well last week seemed to go, you can’t blame me for being a little impatient.
I had five interviews last Wednesday with several members of the company I hope to work for, from eleven in the morning until nearly six that night.
It was a very long day, but boy did it feel good to be back in an office again.
I had grown up conversations about the industry I love and they seemed to truly care about what I had to say.
When I left the building, I had no idea if a job would be in my future, but I certainly felt like I had done everything I could to make it happen.
That night, I spoke with a very supportive friend until 1:30 in the morning and I kept hearing how that company would be lucky to have me.
I heard it so much, that I actually started believing it.
You could certainly say my confidence was flying high.
Well, cue up Blood, Sweat & Tears on the 8-track, because what goes up, must come down?
My spinning wheel has been in a free fall since then.
Not hearing anything on Day 1 was no big deal.
Not hearing anything on Day 2 got me thinking.
Day 3 & Day 4 were weekend days, so I let that pass.
Not hearing anything on Day 5 had me worried.
Not hearing anything on Day 6 broke my confidence.
Not hearing anything on Day 7 put me in denial.
Not hearing anything on Day 8 sucks.
I do realize that I am not the only thing on their to-do list, but considering what this job would mean to me and my family, I’m just hoping I’m still in their thoughts.
Considering the extremely challenging circumstances these days in getting a job interview, no less a job, this is definitely an opportunity that I don’t want to see pass.
When I got back to my hotel after the interview, I immediately fired off, ooh bad choice of words, I immediately emailed the five people I met to thank them for their time.
My glass half full side would like to celebrate the one person who replied back to me.
The realistic side wasn’t as happy.
I know, I know...
...patience is a virtue and...
these things take time and...
keep thinking good thoughts.
Well, I am still thinking good thoughts and I am confident something will happen and I am being as patient as humanly possible, but with every moment that passes that I hear NOTHING, that’s not good.
It may not be bad, but it’s not good.
Several of my close friends have asked if I've heard anything from NYC and of course, that just opens a bleeding wound.
I would definitely rather have my friends ask than not ask, but sitting here without a job and with just one line in the lake, I’m not holding out much hope.
My confidence to do the job is as high as ever.
My confidence to get a job is not.