Candid Teacher Admits: While I love interviewing in spurts, I can’t do this for a lifetime.
I’ve been on 3 first and 1 second interview in the past 3 weeks, and I’m already ready to throw in the towel. I am supposed to hear from the second interview today or tomorrow, and I’ve been on pins & needles since last Thursday. I can’t do this anymore; this stomach in knots, eggs in one basket, hoping for the best, putting my all into one 30 minute meeting… and coming out with nothing. I know I have until tomorrow to hear back from this job, but I’ve already given up hope and am assuming I didn’t get it. It feels like someone has stolen my joy, my day of happiness. And it’s not like this is just ANY job, it’s a step in the right direction for me and my whole future. It makes me feel so out of balance.
On top of that, my apartment lease is up, of course. So I need to get a job, find a new place to live or determine if I can stay here, and sort out the rest of my young life as well. It’s just a repeat of last year. Happening twice in a row is too much to bare. Twice in three years of employment is not a good track record. This “It’s not you, it’s me,” is getting old real fast. I didn’t think I’d be one of those people who got their self-worth and jobs mixed up. Well, that just goes to show…
I didn’t think a lot of things would happen. So far, they all have.