What a miserable day, that started with such promise. Over the holidays I had been preparing, researching and honing my interview skills for a senior marketing position with a company near me.
The job description was near to perfect (without involving cars) as I could have wished, the commute short and the pay great. I was sought out by a headhunter, as the position was not publicly advertised.
This was my express ticket back to the corporate world.
All signs were good! The job would have cut the Gordian knot of my life and solved multiple problems….so I should have known I wouldn’t get it.
I dressed conservatively but well, hair done and as far as I know passing with flying colors. According to headhunter and my own appraisal of the one on one with the president I aced the interview with my “winning personality” but fell short when it came to manufacturing industry experience.
Got the call I didn’t make it. I knew that I would be depressed if I didn’t win the position but wow. …gutted, as you’ll in England say. Vile depression rushed into the void left by hope. I felt like this was my last chance at a normal life. All I want is to hide in my room and cry, pathetic.
It has been a challenge to keep functioning but I have other responsibilities and must continue. Sorry to be a downer but writing about such events does take some of their power away and even inject a little perspective.
