This is the very important story of how I (finally) got a job kind of sort of in my field. I had an interview, which lasted 1.5 hours. Then was called in for a second interview and was offered the job as I sat down.
Guys, I got a job!
I’ve been sitting on this post for a good 10 days now.
Thing is, I can’t think of a funny way to say it.
I was so concerned about being just another unemployed journalist (I’ve been reading my journalism list serv, I know everyone is working in PR) I forgot about the impromptu job interview I’d had the Friday before.
But let’s rewind further.
cue flashback music (I think it’s Bohemian Rhapsody)
One afternoon I was flipping through the local newspaper (as you do) and came across an article about an over-worked CEO who didn’t even have time to hire staff.
And I thought…I guess I should check out the website!
So I did. Posted on the site was a position for an executive administrative assistant and without hesitation I wrote up a cover letter, printed off my resume and headed to the office.
My impromptu spontaneity suprised and delighted me, for my trend was to email in applications for jobs in The Big Canadian Cities ONLY.
So, I was driving and patting myself on the back (Feeling more and more like a yummy mummy!) and figuring out what to say on short notice.
Unfortunately, all my travail gained me was a resume drop-off. The CEO wasn’t in.
“Come back tomorrow,” said the snippy employee as she looked over my outfit (a funky little number I found in England…maybe too little a number now that I think about it) with an expression I couldn’t read.
Two days later I stopped by again, with a new resume (just in case).
The same woman was manning the shop and once again I felt her judge my outfit (an overall dress. A more appropriate length this time).
And the CEO wasn’t in. Again.
I don’t know why I was so set on seeing this person, who was too busy to hire staff, but I was.
“Come back tomorrow,” said Snippy.
So I did. The literal tomorrow.
I saw Snippy first, and my heart sank. But she remembered me and ushered me towards the CEO’s office. I wore trousers this time. Smart ones. With little white heels and a lacy (yet modest) top.
And I had an interview, which lasted 1.5 hours.
Then I heard nothing for a few days, but I got a call the next Friday (four days after my whiny blog) for a second interview and was offered the job as I sat down.
Don’t worry, I’m still super nanny part time.
I got a job!
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