I read in this morning's paper that in order to get a job, you need to have a job. Employers apparently look at the unemployed as damaged goods. (Unemployed complain they need a job to find a job)
Great! That does good things to my confidence level.
It also didn't help that my mother, who talks before engaging her brain, asked me yesterday if I was too old to get another job.
Thanks, Mom. And I'm not that old, thank you very much.
Nor did it help that the HR person from Company A who said Tuesday that he was going to schedule an interview for "this week", never got back to me.
There are several things preventing me from spiraling into a vortex of self-pity.
1) Wil Wheaton. Yes, THE Wil Wheaton posted that he was having a crisis of confidence after not getting any response from an audition he thought went well. If Wil Wheaton can have doubts, it's okay for me to have doubts. (living in a hallway that keeps growing)
2) I spoke to a recruiter on Thursday that did not mention my lack of employment as a problem.
3) I have a phone interview scheduled for Monday with Company B.
Still, that doesn't mean I don't lay awake nights, worrying.
Sigh.
Showing posts with label crisis of confidence. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 23, 2013
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