In which our hero looks to the future.
I interviewed for a promotion at work on the 30th. It was for a case manager position and would take me from a middle-level employee to a senior level. The position has a lot of cons, but it pays more than I make now and it's really the only other place I can go in the department. I wanted the job, but at the same time, I didn't want it. It was to be a stepping stone, and as I'm already doing everything the position requires, not a big change.
Sadly, I didn't get the position, they hired outside of the company for it. Now this is not because they didn't feel I could do the position. My boss actualy felt that I would be a great case manager. What helped her decide that I wasn't right for it was because she knew I'd be miserable. She told me that both she and the dirctor were really impressed with my interview, but that she knows I'd be happier in IT and that I'm really bored in my current department. She let me know that she's going to work as hard as possible to get me into IT within the next few months.
I'm strangely ok with this. Sure I was disappointed, but not particularly crushed or anything. I firmly believe that this is for the best. That's not just me trying to convince myself. I'm absolutely certain that I was not meant to have that job and that I will get something better.
I feel like I'm on the cusp of things. Like my life is just about to change in some huge fundamental way. It's like getting ready to skydive, adrenaline and fear and anticipation all mixed up into one. I hope my parachute works.
In other news, I cut most of my hair off. I am now, unmistakably, a dyke. What amuses the hell out of me is that even though it's reeeeaaaly short, it's still curly. I'm thinking about belaching and dying it. I want to do a crazy color like blue, but that's not really a good professional decision.
Sadly, I didn't get the position, they hired outside of the company for it. Now this is not because they didn't feel I could do the position. My boss actualy felt that I would be a great case manager. What helped her decide that I wasn't right for it was because she knew I'd be miserable. She told me that both she and the dirctor were really impressed with my interview, but that she knows I'd be happier in IT and that I'm really bored in my current department. She let me know that she's going to work as hard as possible to get me into IT within the next few months.
I'm strangely ok with this. Sure I was disappointed, but not particularly crushed or anything. I firmly believe that this is for the best. That's not just me trying to convince myself. I'm absolutely certain that I was not meant to have that job and that I will get something better.
I feel like I'm on the cusp of things. Like my life is just about to change in some huge fundamental way. It's like getting ready to skydive, adrenaline and fear and anticipation all mixed up into one. I hope my parachute works.
In other news, I cut most of my hair off. I am now, unmistakably, a dyke. What amuses the hell out of me is that even though it's reeeeaaaly short, it's still curly. I'm thinking about belaching and dying it. I want to do a crazy color like blue, but that's not really a good professional decision.