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.