Waiting

As most of you know I've been searching for a new job for a few months, but given our economic situation the pickins are slim. About a month ago my former workplace proposed a part-time, temporary gig that could have tied me over for a few months. It was a tough spot--the pay would have been generous, and trust me, I could use it, but in my gut I was resisting.

I felt like leaving the first time was a hard decision and then it took me a few months and a few thousand miles to really cleanse my system, reset my dials and start interacting with life at a different pace. I worried that despite having changed and grown myself, stepping back into that same old context would not take long to sweep me up in the rush of the current. I would be back to square one.

My intimating to friends about this tough decision I was struggling with, led an acquaintance to guide me to a position opening with his company. Ironically enough, this particular company is one I've been eyeing for years, but have just never been available when they were filling vacancies. I immediately applied, and it gave me the courage to follow my gut with my former company and decline.

Then I waited. I started getting nervous because I hadn't heard anything, but chalked it up to the holidays. Finally I got an email from someone to set up an interview! As coincidence would have it, the woman who interviewed me was the very same I had met a year and a half ago when an out-of-town friend invited me to dinner with some of her colleagues. I had exchanged business cards with this woman, and we had learned that we shared a common acquaintance in addition to my out-of-town friend. We never had contact again, though I kept her business card, UNTIL she emailed me to set up an interview!

Thankfully she remembered me and it took the edge off our phone interview. I felt like it went well, but I probably won't know anything until the end of next week. She's on vacation until next Wednesday. And so I'm waiting. And waiting. And waiting. I really reallly really really want this job. I love them. They should love me too.

My concern now is how rested I feel. I feel like considering the circumstances that led me to and through this interview process, the fact that the position itself is a great fit for my skills and strengths, and the fact that the company's purpose is so closely aligned with my background and interests means THIS IS IT. But what if I'm wrong?

Pray for me, if you do that. If not, how about a Care Bear Stare? Or hold hands with your neighbor and sing Kum-Ba-Yah while thinking of me and this job. Together we can get me employed.