I woke up this morning feeling refreshed from a date night with two Unisom gel capsules. I knew that my potential job at the behavioral healthcare clinic would be making their ‘final decision’ today but I told myself to not stress out. After all, I had been given all the signs that I had the job. No, seriously. The interviewer/potential supervisor told me that she wanted me on board and introduced me to someone in the Human Resources department, she showed me the office that I would temporarily have to share, and she even told me that she was sending all my documents to Human Resources right away (because the company is notorious for taking forever to process job applications).
The prospective supervisor turned out to be right on the mark. The process took forever but I tried to remember that she said she wanted me on her team.
So imagine my horror when I checked my email this morning and saw this:
Thank you very much for your interest in employment opportunities with [insert company name]. I am writing to inform you that we have selected a candidate whom we believe most closely matches the job requirements of the position.
We appreciate you taking the time to interview with us and wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.
[Insert company name]
Say WHAT now?!
Cue my distressed, angry tears and you can picture the scene in my bedroom this morning.
I am not angry that I did not get the job so much as I am about them making me feel like I was a shoe-in and prolonging my rejection. I mean, really? I thought I had the job because she SAID I had it. Not to mention HR called me like 80 million times during the process “to collect more information” as if there was anything else left to collect besides a map of my genetic code!
However…at least I know. I didn’t get the job and it is okay.
Now what am I going to do? The job that I thought I was transitioning into fell through and I am now without an income.
wasted spent several hours trying to figure out why is life so damn unfair to me and now I guess, I have sort of sucked it up and accepted my fate. I’m not ashamed to admit that I briefly goaded myself for quitting my other job without officially securing a new one but then I read my last post that reminded me why I left and what lessons I have learned.
On the bright side, reading my post sparked my creative light. Just the other day, I took a Meyer’s Briggs test. I have taken various versions of this test before. So far as an adult I have consistently been labeled an INFJ. Careers that are suggested for INFJs include: public health educator, author, counselor, nutritionist, interior designer, technical writer, editor, librarian ect.
The key to career success for this personality type is a job position that appreciates their creative thinking, stimulates personal growth, and impacts someone else’s life. Without these components, INFJs become depressed from wasting their energies on things that seem of no importance to the world.
It is amazing how on-point this is for me. I have considered many of the careers listed (minus interior designing because ya girl has absolutely no decorating bones in her body, seriously) but I guess I have been too pig-headed to really contemplate how to get there. Writing professionally has been a dream of mine since I learned how to write. I gave it up shortly before college when I got tired of hearing, “you’ll never make money writing”.
I decided I would continue to write as a hobbyist and find “real” work but maybe this is my real work, I am unsure. For now, I will continue blogging, searching for volunteer opportunities to get out the house/continue building skills, and browsing job boards. Forgot to mention, I have decided to apply for freelance writing positions as well because…why not? What else do I have to lose? My imaginary job? Ha!
All I can do is remain calm and gently remind myself, “Don’t push the panic button!” because it will be okay…in due time.