Awhile back, probably somewhere around week 26 of unemployment, I resigned to the fact that my roses were just not blooming. Not literal roses, silly, but the seeds I planted in my job hunting. I wasn’t even getting rejection letters. I was just not hearing back at all. In the words of Stephanie Tanner, “how rude!”
Then I had a few interviews in 2011.
Cue choir of angels
The outcomes were unsuccessful, for the most part, but they were definitely a good ego booster.
But at this point, I figure we are so close to making the trail trip a reality, it’s just bad timing for new prospects (although I am still sending out resumes nonetheless).
So of course I have another interview lined up Monday for a contract project.
Bamboozling, isn’t it? The universe is, indeed, cruel. I’m not saying the interview will go well and I will score a new client, but it just seems awfully strange that as soon as I give up on the job search, the roses start blooming.
Again, this week was fulfilling. I had another magazine assignment and got to interview a really neat man. Also, J’s town meeting is tomorrow. Town meeting used to be a thorn in our side because J’s budget was always uncertain. But now I love town meeting because I take the minutes and get paid for it. Last year, the meeting was close to 9 hours. Doubtful this year, but here’s hoping …