didn’t get it.
I don't quite get it, but I know I didn't get it.
There’s an old adage for when you’re waiting for a job offer that simply
goes, “Phone call good; letter bad.”
Let’s just say that I got a letter.
With my wife’s help, I’ve thought of all kinds of reasons why this is
good for me. The job I was looking at was very similar to the position
I’m in now; now I’m forced to look for something different. They
seemed to have problems making my travel arrangements; they’d probably
have all the same problems I’m dealing with now. Companies Are All
The Same. Now I can wait and maybe get my year-end bonus (the fiscal
year is actually spring-to-spring).
But the truth is, I’m ticked off. I really thought I was good
enough to get the job. My experience seemed to match their requirements
almost to the letter. So the only reason I can come up with is this….
They don’t like me.
Now remember, I went into this interview on about two hours’ sleep,
so I wasn’t exactly chipper. A couple of relatively easy questions
had me more confused than they would have if I had been operating on all
cylinders. But, as fate would have it, here I am, back at square
one.
I still have an ace in the hole, though. (Notice how I’m trying
to use as many clichés as possible today.) There is still
one company who has professed interest, although they were supposed to
contact me after Christmas and haven’t. I’ll probably send them an
e-mail and grovel without actually sounding like I am groveling.
