Being on a job search is like being stuck in literary hell. It’s reminiscent of a Jane Austen novel where the suitors are potential jobs instead of would-be husbands. Time is secondary to the thrilling plot line and crawls forward at an over-exaggerated 45 pages per interaction, and just when you think the book is over you realize you have 200 more pages left. Although I’m not a Janeite, I honestly cringe walking past her novels in book stores, Austen seems to consistently remains positive, and her heroines most always remain on top at the end. There is something to be said about a light-hearted positive attitude.
This morning I woke up to a potential job from a posting at CareerBuilder. Now I have my resume everywhere because the only way to get an interview is to be seen. Besides calling up everyone in my network and using social media (effectively no isolating or abusing my friends) I also posted my resume on almost every job site. Team outreach! Who knows what any opportunity holds. So this morning’s opportunity, on a positive note, was not caught in my spam folder — check plus. Open the e-mail and it’s a sales solicitation. You know, the kind that has me banking $3000-4000 while working from home. Warning flag goes up. Good-bye suitor number one let’s move on to the next 200 pages.
It’s the middle of week two and of course I would love to be the popular girl at the prom. But right now that’s not important. It’s getting noticed by the right jobs. So I take advice like I eat salt — the more the merrier — and I continue to apply and keep hoping to be turned in Janeite or at least captalize on her happy endings.
