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Jul. 9th, 2013 09:43 amThe major triumph of my morning: I have a job interview with a company I already work for.
One of my ducklings in Research is going back to grad school, so he's left a vacancy that I hope to fill and for which I applied probably the same hour the job listing came out.
I have some mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, the entire interview process is sure to be just gloriously awkward, a real adventure, because I don't just work for the same company, I work in the same department. I've set up other interviews before and I know the tricks we pull and the interview questions we ask. The associate director doing the interviews sent me an email which combined "Dear Sam, we would like to conduct a 30-minute screening interview" with "Sam, can you set up a room for your 30-minute screening interview?"
On the other hand, I suspect given the lukewarm response to my stated intention to apply, I will probably not get the job. Which will hilariously mark the second time I have failed to get a job with the company, again, that I already work for.
Though I'm grateful that when I applied in Stewardship I didn't get that job -- two weeks after they turned me down, the entire department was fired. So I am willing to accept any rejection that comes my way. I've found, generally, that rejection leads in the long run to a happier Sam. I don't question it anymore, in case it stops happening.
I've tried to start looking at unpleasantly social things I have to do, like job interviews, as opportunities for adventure. The other task I have in hand is to find a good and inexpensive jewelry appraiser in Chicago. While cleaning out Mama Tickey's stuff, Mum found a blue gemstone in the fold of a cardboard box, as well as a ring with one of the stones loose (but still there) and a large, rather ugly art deco brooch. My mission is to determine if the gemstone is a sapphire, if the ring's stones are diamonds, and if the brooch's stone is citrine. I'm pretty sure the sapphire is real; it's a spectacular deep blue and has great fire.
Mum busted these out on me the day I left for home; in addition to my mission-driven gemstones, Lucky gave me a beautiful celtic-knotwork ring which Mama Tickey had made out of her and her husband's wedding rings, since a) it fits my pinky and b) I'm the coolest grandchild.
One of my ducklings in Research is going back to grad school, so he's left a vacancy that I hope to fill and for which I applied probably the same hour the job listing came out.
I have some mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, the entire interview process is sure to be just gloriously awkward, a real adventure, because I don't just work for the same company, I work in the same department. I've set up other interviews before and I know the tricks we pull and the interview questions we ask. The associate director doing the interviews sent me an email which combined "Dear Sam, we would like to conduct a 30-minute screening interview" with "Sam, can you set up a room for your 30-minute screening interview?"
On the other hand, I suspect given the lukewarm response to my stated intention to apply, I will probably not get the job. Which will hilariously mark the second time I have failed to get a job with the company, again, that I already work for.
Though I'm grateful that when I applied in Stewardship I didn't get that job -- two weeks after they turned me down, the entire department was fired. So I am willing to accept any rejection that comes my way. I've found, generally, that rejection leads in the long run to a happier Sam. I don't question it anymore, in case it stops happening.
I've tried to start looking at unpleasantly social things I have to do, like job interviews, as opportunities for adventure. The other task I have in hand is to find a good and inexpensive jewelry appraiser in Chicago. While cleaning out Mama Tickey's stuff, Mum found a blue gemstone in the fold of a cardboard box, as well as a ring with one of the stones loose (but still there) and a large, rather ugly art deco brooch. My mission is to determine if the gemstone is a sapphire, if the ring's stones are diamonds, and if the brooch's stone is citrine. I'm pretty sure the sapphire is real; it's a spectacular deep blue and has great fire.
Mum busted these out on me the day I left for home; in addition to my mission-driven gemstones, Lucky gave me a beautiful celtic-knotwork ring which Mama Tickey had made out of her and her husband's wedding rings, since a) it fits my pinky and b) I'm the coolest grandchild.
