Annnnd........Relief
*sigh*
The sigh above, is not just a small sigh.
It's a sigh of intense reliefIt's a sigh of having endured months of trudgery and having finally pulled through.
I have a job.
Yes. The other day I went for an interview with a company (who's name I won't disclose, but what I will say is it works with manuscripts put together by senior figures in certain circles). Of course I was terrified. So many times these last couple of months, I've either not quite reached the interview stage, or have been refused a second interview. I've been unemployed for nearly three months now and two months is usually my limit as by then I begin to loose my motivation and get extremely bored not working.
When the confirmation of interview came through, I put a hell of a lot of research not only into the company, but the online system the company uses. When I got to the interview itself, rather than being told what the company does and what my role would be as previous ones have done, I was asked what ideas I had about what the company did.
This is where I rolled off a hell of a lot of information I hadn't realised I'd picked up. The look of surprise when I told them all I knew about the company, computer system and getting pretty much everything spot on provoked such looks of astonishment from both of them, I couldn't help feel smug. As the interview progressed, I began to freak out a little. I kept my cool, but I felt I wasn't answering the questions to my advantage. I then went on to really lay into them that I really really really really wanted this job as it's pretty much exactly what I've been looking for. I left them knowing, not thinking, that I wanted it.
I was surprised to hear that I'd be taking tests as I hadn't been told previous, but then I figured, if I excel in doing the tests that'll prove that I can adjust myself quickly to their working environment.
Then yesterday, I think, I got a call from the recruitment company. Every call I've received so far from companies have been negative so I knew something was different by the tone of her voice. She must have realised her excitement was about as obvious as being beaten in the head with a brick, so she replaced it with a smoother, cooler voice...told me the news...then I think I proceeded to deafen her by squealing like a 14 year old at a McFly concert (I would like to point out now that that's just an example and I'm not a fan of that particular band lol)I then apologised for behaving in such an undignified manner to which she laughed and congratulated me.
ANyway. I beg pardon for laying so much on with the details as I intended this to be much shorter, but as I'm sure you can imagine, I'm extremely happy. It hasn't so much been a light jog for the finish line of job hunting but a crawl through thick mud of uncertainty. I've been hating these past couple of months feeling so disheartened by rejections, that I'd hit below rock bottom (with a pickaxe and a bottle full of GARH!!).It's not been an easy ride, but God it's been worth it. The role in only temporary, a kind of test to see how I do. But I intend to prove to them I'm worth having been taken on by them permanently which is pretty much the point of this job.I would relate my emotion through written word, but I don't think my computer or my blog could take the squeeing and exclamation marks. Let's just say, all my motivation came flooding back and, putting it to good use, I blizted the entire house and it's now nice and shiny.
Well, that's one New Years resolution down...about 5 or so more to go. This is the first New Year's resolution I've actually pulled through with I'd have to say mine for the coming year are:
1 - get a new job
2 - get a new place for Jan
3 - try and maintain a tidy place
4 - write more
5 - draw more
Of course there are a couple of others, but we'll cross those bridges when reached
*sigh*

