So, in my last entry, I was wailing at the end about not getting any calls for interviews, right? It appears that the gods of wailers somehow heard me, and BOOM...I got calls to come into three...count 'em three interviews in one week. Pretty cool.
The first one was at a company that produces a product that is ingested by humans, but has research labs...whatta think that means? I'm thinking there are small animals connected to things that small animals should not be connected to and maybe ingesting or having something dripped into eyes or other orifices...how about you? The interview went well, but then I was off to the second interview the next day. This one also went well, and I found that I had a connection with one of the people interviewing, from a previous corporate job, and get this, no one was in their 20s or 30s...they were actual grownups...can you friggin' stand it? Yeh, so as I was driving home after the interview, I called my husband and said, "I want this job." Later that day, I was asked to return for a second interview the next day, but was after I had already made a third interview for the next day...dio mio! It's either feast or famine. You're either sitting on the sidelines or making that game-winning touchdown, or drinking punch alone or hauling a full dance card...am I making any sense?
Soooo...I scheduled the follow-up interview within minutes of the other one (which I figured would not go more than an hour). Fortunately, they were within 10 minutes of each other, and I got to the second interview on time.
And, I was sitting at my computer that weekend, and lo and behold, I get a call from the one that I said I wanted to work at, and they offer me the job...at a salary that is scads lower than I was making at the previous employer, but scads more than unemployment...and with benefits. They had me at hello, so to speak, and I went into "work" to cross train with the person I was replacing, and yesterday was my first, full day on my own at my new job that is only seven miles away...how do you like that?!
I am hopeful to stay with this employer for a long time. "Long" is a relative term when you get to a (ahem) certain age, if you know what I mean. I am pleasantly psyched and looking forward to working with what is a mostly female (yeh, I know, I know) staff. We'll see, I'm pretty good at not sweating the small stuff, and not worrying about this or that, right?
I accept your congratulations and best wishes...gracie!
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