I am in the throes of a Major Job Search, which is the result of a Major Life Change, which involves moving back to Iowa after living in Minneapolis for the past six years, which came about after I saw a gorgeous Iowa sunset and had a come-to-Jesus moment, if you will. I have been applying for jobs - 53 of them, currently, but who's counting? (me) - since August 27th. I have not been selected for one interview. Until yesterday, no one had contacted me via telephone.
I would understand this constant stream of rejection if I was applying for all jobs that are way out of my league, and I will admit that a couple of them have been way out of my league, because what does it hurt to apply for a job that is way out of your league? The vast majority, however, have been pretty standard administrative assistant positions and other general office things that I am certainly qualified to do. While I continue to try to tell myself that no one wants to hire me because I am TOO awesome, it is a little disheartening to receive rejection letter after rejection letter, especially when every rejection letter sounds exactly the same. Someone ought to hire me as a rejection letter writer.
I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I am trying very hard to wait patiently to get to that light but when I decide to do something (like pack up my life and move out of state) I pretty much want to do it immediately. I was antsy after one week and it's now been a month and a half. My other big concern is that I would really like to move before the winter, and even though the weather is beautiful right now and we're still getting a little Indian summer, I am wholly aware of the fact that it could start snowing at any second and it would be nice to have all my belongings packed and be out of town before the snow starts to fly.
Otherwise, things are going very well and I am very happy, very very happy in fact, so I am determined to not let my looming job search bring me down too much. This fall has been spectacular and has been filled with good times and good friends and good food and good beer and football, and who could ask for anything more?
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Oh lord, I so know that pain. Kudos to you for continuing onward. I gave up after job no. 40.
ReplyDeleteWhat kills me the most is when I get rejected for crappy paying PT jobs that I'm overqualified for, like the property accountant position that I applied for. I met the extensive experience requirements and thought I was a shoo-in because it's such a specialized area of accounting and in a town of 8,000 60 miles N of Mpls. Yeah, not so much. That rejection letter really stung.
Keep on truckin' along, girrrl.