I got a letter yesterday. It was from an organization that had two jobs I applied and interviewed for, and it was a rejection for both jobs. So that brings my good prospects list down from four to two. One of the two called last week for a second interview. This would be an amazing job. Not only would it be great and not only would I be great at it, but even the lowest part of the pay scale would be $12,000 per year more than I was making before. Waaay more than I would have expected to make at this stage. I can't even imagine what I would do with that much money. But I'm going to keep myself from thinking about that. Can't count my chickens, especially in this economy. I hope, hope, hope I get this job. I would be so great at it. I guess it all hinges on what happens Wednesday at 2 p.m. Second interview, here I come. And that's all I've got. After that, there is nothing left. Except the 30 other applications/resumes that are floating around out there. Of course, who knows what is happening with those!
I hate this unknown stuff. It's driving me completely crazy. Yesterday was the one month anniversary of my unemployment. It was kind of a dark day, as it was the same day that I read the rejection letter. But then a little light at the end of that tunnel was a really nice email from the publisher of the first freelance assignment I attempted. The two editors said my piece was fun, informative, and well-written. So that was nice. It made me feel a little better. Like I am not completely worthless, anyway.
Oh, and I moved yesterday. Back to the parents until this unemployment disaster is over. Hopefully it will be over before September, because that's when I'm supposed to be taking a huge and wonderful step, moving into a townhouse with someone special... But there is no townhouse without a job. So you see how much hinges on this whole job thing. If it takes me more than a few months to find something, I will not be a happy girl at all! So I continue with the search in the hopes that something great will come along. Or at least something acceptable that pays enough. I'm not going to be too terribly picky at this point.