2003-08-12

Beware - Whiney Entry

So I called the school today where I had my interview for the Receptionist/Secretary job last week. I was informed that although it had been a "difficult decision", they had chosen someone else. I had worked really hard at not even figuring that I'd get the job because there have been others I've interviewed for that I haven't gotten. But in all truth, I was sort of beginning to assume that the job was mine. On Saturday night, I was talking to my mom about it, saying how nice it'd be to have the whole month of July off when the school is closed because not only would it give me time to work on whatever writing project I'll be on, but maybe, if I could afford it, I could do a bit of traveling. You know, maybe go down to Halifax and see it for myself, seeing as how I've gotten it into my head that I want to live there at some point in the future. I also mentioned how nice the hours would be - 9:30 to 6:00, which would allow me to get up at 7:30 to get ready for work.

But alas, it wasn't meant to be. And honestly, I'm not entirely sure why. Afterall, the job sounded a lot like my job at the School of Architecture, which I think I made clear. The only difference is that at Architecture the students were adults (supposedly, though there were exceptions, behavior-wise anyway) and at this place they were elementary school kids.

And so, now I'm feeling a little bit depressed, because it seems that no one wants me, at least not in the job market. I'm not sure what it is - do I seem to aloof at interviews? Do they have sudden second thoughts about the ex-student who graduated with a pretty much useless Bachelor of Arts, World Religions of all things, degree? I'm not sure what it is, because I've always thought of myself as making pretty good first impressions. And it's so fucking shitty because I am a hard-worker.

I did go to an interview today, at a Healthcare Technology Services place for a Project Coordinator position. It sounds really good, except for one big thing. It involves quite a bit of overtime work - at least once a week, and sometimes twice, I'd have to work evenings to "host" online conferences. Now, granted, you can bank those overtime hours, but still. It's not that I'm a big lazy doofus; it's just that I want my evenings to myself, to work on my book, work at maybe, just maybe, getting myself published. I mean, I'll take that job if it's offered to me (they do second interviews, so I might have to wait awhile before finding out), but that overtime is a little worrisome.

And right now, I'm definitely not counting on anything, because whenever I do, it never works out. I just want a job. I actually want to work. So tell me: why does no one want to hire me??

Previous entry * Index * Next entry

My Weblog

Wearing:Jeans and a sweater

Hearing: Quiet

Watching: Maybe a movie?

Reading: Audrey Niffenegger'sThe Time Traveler's Wife

Doing: Thinking too much.

About me

Your Comments

Portal (coming soon)

Archives

Contact me

Get notified:

email:

Powered by DiaryLand

Copyright 2002 AKO

Design by Sherry Osborne