So I try not to get my hopes up too easily (I always do, anyway), but my interview at H_____ was AWESOME yesterday. Not only did I know that I answered all of their questions with exactly what they seemed to want to hear but I walked out and, for the first time, I felt no doubt in myself and what I’d said during the interview. I walked out the door with supreme confidence into the city, worrying only about what my references might say about me.
Well, in a strange twist of fate, my former colleague e-mails me this morning congratulating me on the interview, as well as to inform me that my old company has some policy where you can’t list any of its employees as references. If contacted, the respective employee is required to transfer the call/e-mail to HR. Okay, fine… Good? Bad? Either way, the nice guy from HR at H______ seemed to want some sort of contact with my old company, A_____, as a mere formality and he lets me know that the decision has already been made…for me to go onto the next round of interviews! I’m available next Tuesday, correct? Why, yes, sir – you are indeed correct!
Even if I don’t get this job, this is a clear sign that there is justice in the world and God apparently loves me and maybe there is something to be said for all that karma crap. After all, this was one of the first jobs I applied to after leaving A_____, I was contacted for a phone interview the next day, I had an in-person interview the day after that, and today, I’m being asked to move forward in the interview process as soon as I return from New York next week. Oh, and did I mention H______ is one of A_____’s rival companies?
It’s barely past noon and I’m beyond ecstatic. And the day’s only going to get better! In about an hour, I’m off to the train station to see one of my all-time best friends in New York City for a long weekend. I get to sleep in a lavender room. (For whatever reason, I find this highly exciting.) And…I can take a deep breath and stop being the “Virginia Me.” Virginia Me is a lot of things: at times, prim and proper, other times drunk and obnoxious. I fit in all too well with the high concentration of white people in my social circles here (primarily my sorority sisters). Most importantly, though, Virginia Me is the me that evolved from age 18 on, when I left a broken home and shattered past behind.
Virginia Me is missing some very important components of who I really am. Marlena brings out the “Real Me.” In fact, she herself is a huge part of who I am – she has been more than a friend to me over the past decade. She is my sister. We have shared wounds, we practically share DNA, we’ve watched one another spin out of (and back into) control, she has fiercely protected me from myself when I needed it most and I have tried to do my best in return. She is the only person I know who can make me laugh as much as she does. I mean, seriously, I dare you to find someone wittier or cleverer. It’s an insurmountable task. I mean, REALLY:
(If you don’t already follow her on Facebook, you really should…)
And with that, I have a train to catch!
LOVE YOU. Having so many funz with you MMMMZ!
ReplyDeleteSo NOW I know how the interview went! :-)
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