I’m not a quitter. If anything, I have a bad habit of staying at jobs for way too long.
But arising at 4 a.m. in order to work for four hours to earn (almost) one tank of gas?
Plus, the Men Who Know How to Do Stuff were all the way on the other side of the place.
I had promised myself I’d stay in my lane, and work hard to get the kind of job that I really need – one that pays the bills and provides insurance benefits.
I can’t do that if I’m staggering around sleep deprived and wracked with Mom worry.
So the answer to the question, “why did I do this to myself?” would appear to be, “damned if I know.”
Unless it was to get me used to occasionally getting up at 4 a.m., when things are quiet, because today I got my book pitch written, timed and practiced for my upcoming agent-fest writer’s event. So there’s that.
But job-wise, it’s back to the starting blocks. I actually remembered that thing called “networking” when I saw some jobs I could apply for at a place where a college classmate works.
And this morning, I had a phone interview for a much more “in my lane” job at another place.
I hope that means the universe is telling me I did the right thing, quitting the four in the morning job.
Which it seems it is, because the phone interview went well, and I will be called in for an in-person interview, probably next week.
(We can’t let a good thing happen without a little anxiety attack, now can we?)
It’s been a while since I’ve had an interview for an actual office-y kind of job. I wore jeans to the last three job interviews I had, for the last three jobs I got, at places where I wore jeans.
I genuinely don’t know what women wear to job interviews for office-y kind’s of jobs anymore. I got rid of all my suits. I own two pairs of OK looking trousers, but sitting around worrying has added a few pounds, so they’ll be snug and any blouses I have to go with them will come with gaps at the buttons.
Let’s go shopping. Suggestions for appropriate office-y job attire are hereby solicited and welcome. Crisis averted?
Anyway, during the phone interview, the very pleasant interviewer used a phrase that Angelic Daughter also uses regularly, to coach herself through her days, and used in conversation with me, shortly after the call ended.
Don’t want to jinx it, but I’ll take that as a good sign.
Until then, I remain,