It's over. At long last, it's over.
I filed for unemployment for 27 weeks.
I submitted applications for 94 different jobs.
I was invited to interviews with no less than sixteen different organizations.
Seven second interviews. I made the final cut in seven different job searches. Seven times, I got close enough that they called my references, asked me questions like whether I would commute or drive, what days I'd prefer to work, whether I could start right away or if I need a week or two.
And six times - six stomach-churning times - I had to get the "sorry, we've decided to go in another direction" phone calls. I told you about one particularly crappy rejection in an earlier post.
No, wait, change that. I only got the call five times. One organization didn't even have the guts to call me to say they hired somebody else. They just politely forgot about me, didn't return my calls, discreetly took the job posting off their website.
But it's over. A few weeks ago, someone said yes. I am officially employed again.
We did the dance, just like with other companies. They asked me if I'd do a phone interview and I said yes. I did the phone interview on my cell phone, standing in my kitchen, a cup of coffee nearby. My resume, cover letter, and some hastily scribbled notes were spread out on a counter where I could glance at them easily.
The phone interview went very well. They called me back in a couple of days and asked me if I'd come for an in-person interview, and I said yes. I dusted off my suit, ironed a crease into my pants, asked Mrs. B to iron a shirt. (She does a better job on shirts than I do, and we both know it.) I picked out a tie and spent entirely much time thinking about it.
The interview went well, sure, but I'd had other interviews that went well before. They asked me for references, and I emailed them to the person in charge. And waited.
Two days letter, my references reported that they had been called. And that the person seemed to really like me.
And a few days later, I got the call.
I took a day to think about it. Mrs. B and I sat down to talk it over. The pay scale wasn't ideal, but the hours are great. I liked the people I met. I thought the job would be a good next job for my career ladder. (Thank goodness for that - I'd applied to several jobs that would have been a step backward, and would have gladly taken them if the price was right.)
I called them back and told them I'd accept the job.
The person on the other phone went "Yayyyyyyy!" It was the sound you make when you're ten, and your dad just told you that you're going out for ice cream.
It was the perfect sound to end this soul-crushing, never-ending, gut-wrenching job search. I was not only the best candidate, but they wanted me. They wanted ME.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going back to work.