A letter came today with my name on it. The group that I had interviewed with “does not have a position that fits my talents and strengths”. O.K. Their fancy way of saying that they are not interested really doesn’t make me feel better.
I knew it was not to be the day of my last interview. I felt it as I sat in the lobby waiting to be taken back for the interview. It wouldn’t work I do not have a car to drive. As a manager at this company, I would need a car.
On top of this I didn’t “feel” the job. I trust my instincts. It wasn’t the right job for me. I am not a pushy sales person. I hate it. I would have been expected to be pushy and to make sure my staff was the same. I am the kind of person that sells through benefits and needs not the kind of person that sells at all costs. It is against who I am.
Getting back to the driving problem, I know that many of you are thinking, “Well, go ahead and learn to drive the stick shift that you and Vilay own!” It isn’t that easy for me. There is something inside me that stops me from feeling comfortable enough to drive myself around in a stick. I get too nervous when I drive one. So much so that I worry that I will have an accident. Actually, I am sure I would have an accident. I need time and practice…practice….practice. An employer can’t wait until I get over my fear of driving a stick. It is a real fear like any other fear. Of course, I can and will overcome it. However, I think it is going to take a little longer than a few weeks.
Lately, I see how much my husband and children mean to me. I really love my family. Even last night when Petite Clown cried at 1, 3 and 5 a.m. because she had a temperature I was thankfull that I have her. I love her.
When you go through rough spots in your life the important things become more important. My family is important. They are my life.
I have other opportunities in the pipeline. I’m not worried for us.