Back in March, I interviewed for the perfect part-time job. This part-time job was going to fit in beautifully with my current part-time job. Together, the two part-time jobs would ensure we would have enough money to
support my ice cream addiction enroll both boys in a private school. After a telephone interview, I was asked to come in to their office for a face to face interview. As I left their office, I was informed a decision was going to be made that Friday. The rest of the week, I was anxiously awaiting the news.
Though my friends and family did their best to appease me with positive thoughts, the reality that I did not get the job was becoming obvious. Either that, or the folks in the company decided to go on hiatus and follow Charlie Sheen’s “Violent Torpedo of Truth” tour.
I was excited about the prospective job. My current boss was excited about the prospective job. As I waited to hear one way or the other, I found myself placing the proverbial cart in front of the proverbial horse. Rather, I put the luggage cart in front of the jeep.
One month and several pints of Ben & Jerry’s later, I gave up on the perfect part-time job. Moving forward, I found another part-time employment opportunity. Again, after the first interview, I was asked to return for a second interview. And, just like the perfect part-time job, I was told a decision hoped to be made by the coming Friday. Unlike the first opportunity, I did receive a response on Friday, as promised; however, the response was simply “We need more time, and we appreciate your patience.”
Certain I was going to be hired, I put the proverbial rider (with a Jimmy Buffet styled shirt) in front of the proverbial motorcycle.
Unfortunately, the following week, I was informed the potential part-time job was offered to another candidate. (Perhaps I should have donned a different shirt.)
Going back to the employment ads, I did my best to stay positive. Because the pickings were slim, I decided to sit back and let a week or two pass. During the break, I decided to enjoy a cup (or five) of coffee.
Then I received an email – out of the blue – from the perfect part-time job.
I hope you had a wonderful Mother’s Day weekend
I wanted to know if you are still available, and if so would you have time to meet with John and me next week at our office?
Please let me know your schedule and I will coordinate with ours.
What?! What did that email say?! I was getting a call back over a month an a half later? I responded to the email with a bit of trepidation. Why did it take so long to hear back from them? I wondered. Though I was hesitant, I let the potential employer know that I was still available and interested.
While on the phone with one of the employees, I was informed the person they hired did not work out as they had hoped. They had to let her go after two weeks of employment. Immediately, I envisioned Sally from “When Harry Met Sally” and I thought to myself, ‘I’m the consolation prize.’ Then I channeled my inner Eeyore and sighed, “At least they noticed me.”
Still believing this was the perfect part-time position, I agreed to come in and meet with them again. (Third time is the charm, right?) Happily, I am now an employee working within the perfect part-time position. With two part-time jobs secure, my husband and I are breathing a sigh of relief, knowing our income will cover
my ice cream addiction the boys’ school. Second fiddle, consolation prize – whatever the label, I got what I wanted. Yes!
I’m Queen of the world!!