I have been a bad blogger lately. A thousand apologies! But I finally do have something worth writing about, hurray!
When DH and I went to visit his family last month, the first thought I had when I hopped off the plane in their city was, “I’m home.”
That’s when I knew it was time to take a risk.
The evening we returned from our trip, I searched for jobs that match my skill set in their area. I found three, and after pondering it for 48 hours, I applied. All three were kind of a reach for me, but they sounded like jobs I might enjoy. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
After a couple of weeks with nary a word from these employers, I figured they weren’t interested in me. And then, late on Friday afternoon, I got the following e-mail:
Thank you for applying for [Awesome Job] at [Awesome Company]. I would like to offer you an initial phone interview. Please let me know which of the following time blocks fits into your schedule:
[All interview times are on my days off]
On occasions like this, I’m really grateful to work at a place where a lot of people go home early on Friday afternoon, because if anyone had been around when I received that e-mail, they would have seen me do this:
So, uh, yeah, looks like I’ll have a phone interview with a company 1800 miles away later this week. I still think I probably won’t get the job, but at least it’ll be good practice.
Thanks again for all your prayers – it really did help in making this decision!