I wish I had something funny...

To post about like "Held Hostage in the Nail Salon", but I don't. But at some point, the job search has become humorous. I don't know if that started when I had to mail in a job application for a job I found over the weekend, or what. Yes, I'm still frustrated and want a job, but something about this just makes me laugh. I don't know if it's finding out who got hired for positions I got looked over for or what. I think that's definitely part of it. Or finding out that people "on the inside" of the state association side of things can just basically get a phone call saying "Do you want to come back to work for us?" without even having posted a job? That, too. Whatever. I'm an awesome meeting planner and whoever doesn't realize that is a dummy. So ha. :)

Oh, yippee.

Last week I got a job rejection letter in the mail. It didn't even faze me. My husband and I were standing in the kitchen when I opened it. I read it, then said "Another rejection". Then I ripped off the top part with the address on it (to shred) and threw the letter in the recycle bin, and then went to the bedroom to use the shredder.

I went back into the kitchen and he hugged me and said he was sorry. The thing was, I wasn't sad. This job would probably have been enjoyable in lots of ways, but it wasn't 100% what I wanted to do. So it really didn't bother me.

Fast-forward to today. I had an interview a couple of weeks ago, on a Monday. That particular week I was pretty busy because I had gotten a piece of contract business and was working a convention. So, scheduling that interview was a little bit crazy. I was set to finish at 1 PM on the Wednesday of that week, and the person interviewing me wanted to come in at 1:30. Well, that wasn't good for several reasons. 1) What if I needed to stay later? I didn't want to bail on the client. 2) The drive time from downtown to this office would have been at least 30 minutes. 3) I'd not be looking my best and I wouldn't be mentally sharp after 3 days at a conference. So we scheduled the interview for before I had to be downtown Monday morning.

This organization made it sound like they wanted to make a decision that week, so I kind of went out of my way to be there Monday morning. Fast-forward to the next week, which was last week. I hadn't heard anything from them and wanted to follow up/write off this possibility. I e-mailed my contact and they were still doing interviews? WTF? Why was it SO URGENT that I went in the week before?

Anyway, I got another e-mail from my contact today saying that they offered the position yesterday to somebody that interviewed on Friday, and she accepted. That it was a very hard decision, blah blah. And again, I'm not really sad even though this position was more along the lines of what I really wanted to do. I still didn't feel like it was 100% right for me.

And I wonder if that position that's 100% right for me is even out there. I don't even want to bring up the interview that I had the same week. That was totally weird. I mean, I know the right position exists, because I've had it before. Even though I had a love/hate relationship with my last employer in Chicago, I miss it and it was pretty close to 100% what I wanted to do. I just know how few and far between those types of positions are here in Austin, and it totally bums me out. More than getting a rejection letter does.

Thinking about life...

I am sorting through receipts, trying to get our financial house in order and wow, it's causing all sorts of deep thoughts.

First of all, there are lots of receipts for places in Chicagoland that I miss. Portillo's, Sally's, Gibson's, Bongo Room (Ok, so they are all restaurants and bars, but I even got nostalgic for the dry cleaner because he carried my stuff out TO THE CAR for me).

And also, the seemingly never-ending job search. I had an interview last week but I won't find anything out about that position for another two weeks or so. I had one interview at the beginning of February. Still nothing from that. I e-mailed HR on that one yesterday. Then a call today for one on Monday. So, it's at least going SOMEWHERE, but not as fast as I'd hoped. Obviously. Otherwise I wouldn't still be writing about looking for a job.

The thing is, I am going to make a WHOLE LOT LESS money here than I did in Chicagoland. And yes, it costs less to live here. That is true. From all the COL (cost of living) calculators I looked at when we moved up there and also recently, it's about 25% higher in the Chicago area than it is here. But some of these positions pay even more than 25% less. And it's so frustrating to me. I like money. I want to live in a cool neighborhood, like Tarrytown. And I think I was underpaid in Chicago. So I don't really like this difference. UGH. So frustrating.

Such is life, right? I'll have to hope for Scott to get a raise! :)