Well, for those of you who were keeping track of this stuff at home, I batted a thousand on all three jobs.
And ... they went as follows.
The one I really wanted, that one was through a recruiter. He pushed for an early decision, mainly as the Hiring Manager wanted someone in for the first of July. And that's just not gonna happen if the decision is much later than, well, today.
I was sent over, as was another woman. She had rather different experience from me; this was done deliberately as the recruiter really had no idea how the Hiring Manager was going to go.
Anyway, long story short, I was the superior candidate in every way.
And I wasn't hired.
'Cause I reiterated my answers too much.
Am I boring you? Is that it?
I don't recall repeating myself on more than one thing. Seriously. And this came from a Hiring Manager who told me the same story about not finding parking. Twice.
At some point, it becomes Absurdist Theatre.
Then I called the other two jobs. The job I wanted the least (high cachet place, but lousy pay) at least wrote to me, telling me that I didn't get it. Um, okay. Thanks for telling me.
After I removed every tooth in your head to get you to tell me.
The other place didn't even have THAT much courtesy.
They just never called or wrote back. Hence I wrote them off, on Friday the 15th.
And yanno something?
I felt better than I had in weeks.
It had been dragging me down. It had HURT. It had bewildered me.
Now I just see it as Absurdist Theatre. And that's somewhat freeing.
Now, I like to work. I truly do. This is one of the reasons why I am working like a dog on my father's website. I enjoy being productive. I am one of those people who has trouble just hanging out poolside, unless I am either reading or sleeping (sleeping is productive, people!). Doing absolutely nothing tends to not suit me.
Yet I am out of work more than, and more often than, pretty much everyone I know.
I am not dumb. I am not uneducated. I am not just sitting around waiting for jobs to come to me. I clean up well. I am not a fool in interviews (the reiteration thing, truly, is beyond the pale).
In the past, when I've had stalled job searches, I've gone to school. But no school exists for this. Or, at least, for less than a good 3 grand (no lie) in tuition, and there is no certification at the end of that rainbow. Cripes! I'd rather pay 2 months' worth of my mortgage. Silly me! I want a house to live in! How insane am I???
And so, gentle reader, this crap continues.
It's a bit like a stalled weight loss program. You try this, that and the other thing. You try things that seem to make no sense. You ask for advice. You don't ask for advice. You wonder what the hell you did wrong, what kind of karmic debt you owe, and to whom. You ponder whether it'll ever happen again.
Yet of course it'll happen again. Life is not over. There is no need to just up and give up.
The same is true of both.
Reiteration? SERIOUSLY? Are you s****ing me??? You, sir, do not want to hire ANYONE.
Welcome to Absurdist Theatre.