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Sep. 3rd, 2013 12:02 pmThe Jobsearch officially ended last week. At least, technically. I'm still looking, I just only have to look once a week now, and if I don't like the job description or the location I get to immediately scratch it off my list instead of waffling about it.
I don't think I did too badly, really. No actual job offers, but that's not all that unexpected in six months of looking when you're not really qualified for the positions to which you have applied. The final score for six months of job searching is forty-four applications sent out; I'm currently waiting to hear back from three places I interviewed plus four places that haven't either rejected or interviewed me. Even if I don't get an in with any of them, I interviewed at twelve different places, which means I managed to maintain my one-interview-per-four-applications ratio. For a while there I was pushing up to 1:3, but why regret what cannot be.
I am counting the place that not only outed my jobsearch to my boss by calling her before calling me, but also corresponded with me entirely in Comic Sans. I feel justified in counting them. Also I am counting the place where I did all the application paperwork and just when I was preparing to apply, the job VANISHED after being posted for less than twelve hours. Sons of bitches got my hopes up.
Good spread too. I interviewed with four places on the east coast, three in the midwest outside Chicago, two within Chicago, two in the south, and one on the west coast.
Onward to housing. One of the major challenges, I'm realizing, is going to be keeping down the boundless enthusiasm of my parents, who know nothing about what I need or where I need to live but are insistent on "helping".
I don't think I did too badly, really. No actual job offers, but that's not all that unexpected in six months of looking when you're not really qualified for the positions to which you have applied. The final score for six months of job searching is forty-four applications sent out; I'm currently waiting to hear back from three places I interviewed plus four places that haven't either rejected or interviewed me. Even if I don't get an in with any of them, I interviewed at twelve different places, which means I managed to maintain my one-interview-per-four-applications ratio. For a while there I was pushing up to 1:3, but why regret what cannot be.
I am counting the place that not only outed my jobsearch to my boss by calling her before calling me, but also corresponded with me entirely in Comic Sans. I feel justified in counting them. Also I am counting the place where I did all the application paperwork and just when I was preparing to apply, the job VANISHED after being posted for less than twelve hours. Sons of bitches got my hopes up.
Good spread too. I interviewed with four places on the east coast, three in the midwest outside Chicago, two within Chicago, two in the south, and one on the west coast.
Onward to housing. One of the major challenges, I'm realizing, is going to be keeping down the boundless enthusiasm of my parents, who know nothing about what I need or where I need to live but are insistent on "helping".
