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shadowkatWell, it's been a topsy-turvy rollercoaster ride of a week, let me tell you. Skinny? I'm no longer doing the receptionist
job, I'm now doing a contract administrator/database administrator job. I'm no longer working just a week for a US based international financial group, I'm now working on a much longer basis for a French based international financial group. The commute is now just one train, instead of four trains. Go figure.
Life I've discovered is truly a random series of events that can swing you in any number of directions without any warning whatsoever. The only control we have is how we choose to reacte to these events and the other people around us. Everything else is up in the air.
Started out on Monday, dreading calling the staffing companies again, and woefully depressed about my situation. To getting two phone calls - one for a receptionist temp job starting Friday, for one week. And the other - a job interview for a Employee Retention Manager position at a huge non-profit organization. Then Tuesday rolled around, and just when I'm taking a break between preparing for the interview slatted for Thurs and applying to more jobs, I get a phone call from a staffing company I hadn't contacted who'd discovered my resume on careerbuilder.com and wants me to interview for a position they have with an French based financial institution. It's a temp (to possibly perm) position, contract administration and database management, pays $22 an hour. I'm certainly interested. They forward my resume and promise to send my a description. They also ask if I can interview for it this week or next. I mention prior commitments, but that I'm free all day Wed. (I'd decided not to do the volunteer work this week).
Check internet intermittently Tues night, nothing. This morning, I get on still nothing, then just as I take a break from researching Thurs interview slot, and am applying to a post on the ATPO board - I get an email from them asking to come in for an interview today. I'm sitting at my computer with a wet head, in shorts and a T-shirt, it's 10 am. They want me to come in for an interview at the company where I'd be working at 1:30 pm, but first swing by the staffing company at 12:30 if possible.
I delete the half-finished post, print off two copies of a resume, research the French financial company, research the non-profit, jump out of the internet. Blow dry my hair. Throw on a suit. Throw together information in case there's an application or forms to be signed. Put on makeup. Grab nice shoes and walking shoes. Slip on the walking shoes. Tuck nice heels in my bag. Grab three pieces of soppresso luncheon meat for protein. Gulp half a bottle of Stress-B vitamin water.
Jump back on the internet and print out maps telling me where to go. Race to the train. I get there, the staffing company is the sweetest I've been to yet (hmmm maybe because they chose me instead of the other way around?), they tell me what to say, explain the job, explain what these people want, and how to get to the place. I leave, and hunt the R/W train line (The Staffing Company is on Wall Street/Downtown, while the Financial Company I'd be working for is in Rockefeller Center/Mid-Town area - bizarre I know, you'd think it would be the reverse. But much better for me train wise.), at any rate from the Staffing Company it's quicker to grab an R, then go A and switch to F. And I only have 30 minutes. So I ask a nice man on the street who gives me directions to the R. Race to the R in my heels (not time to switch to walking shoes after Staffing interview). Get on R. Then at 34th, dash across to the N, because it's leaving first. Except the N can't make up it's mind whether to leave or not, and keeps slamming shut it's doors whenever I get close to it, so for ten seconds, I'm running back and forth in my nice skirt suit, hose, heels, 87 degrees (feels like 90), trying to figure out which train I should jump on. Finally the doors stay open long enough on the N, for me to squeeze through. It takes off. I get to the stop with ten minutes to spare. I walk fast, about four blocks,
go through security, and go up to the 13th floor, only to be told to go to the 12th. Go to the 12th. Wait. Then get told to go back to 13th. Get to the 13th. HAve a 20-30 minute interview. Am told to wait outside in a cubicle for a little while. They come out and tell me that yes, they want me. Yes, they like me. And can I start on Monday?
Aaaaahhhhh! Okay, sure. Yes. I take off back home. Call the other staffing company and inform them that I can't do the
receptionist job because I have this other opportunity instead which I'm better suited for. (Boy am I ever!!! Not so great at answering others phone calls.) They say that's fine don't worry. They'll get someone else. Then I call the new staffing company who tells me to come in tomorrow to sign forms, etc.
And is really nice, saying not to worry, it will be chaotic the first day or so. Then the people whom I'm interviewing with Thursday, call to change the time to 11 am. Which is good. Since I told the Staffing Company, I'd come in after 12 noon. The interview is on 33rd and 9th Aven. So they are a ways apart. Yes, still doing the interview. Because, hey, it's a managerial position and permanent, also for a company that does something I believe in.
Most bizarre bit about all this - is this is NOT a job I applied for, the headhunter found my resume on Careerbuilder.com and saw it as a direct match for a client.
This, career counselors tell you - never happens. Yet, of all the job interviews I've been on, this is the first one to come through. Forgive me for feeling a tad overwhelmed, skeptical, and terrified it's all a mistake, yet at the same time, very hopeful and optimistic.
Meanwhile, Mother is still here - doing everything under the sun for Kidbro and Sisinlaw. Which is a whole other post and story. So she's waking me up at 7:30 am, taking off to be with Sisinlaw and baby during the day, and keeping me busy at night. In an odd way, I'm glad she's here - I need the support right now. Someone in person, physical, as opposed to just phone wires and internet lines.
Feeling a little overwhelmed. But I think in a good way.
Trying not to freak out though. I have to make all this work.
It has got to work. Right? Deep breaths.
job, I'm now doing a contract administrator/database administrator job. I'm no longer working just a week for a US based international financial group, I'm now working on a much longer basis for a French based international financial group. The commute is now just one train, instead of four trains. Go figure.
Life I've discovered is truly a random series of events that can swing you in any number of directions without any warning whatsoever. The only control we have is how we choose to reacte to these events and the other people around us. Everything else is up in the air.
Started out on Monday, dreading calling the staffing companies again, and woefully depressed about my situation. To getting two phone calls - one for a receptionist temp job starting Friday, for one week. And the other - a job interview for a Employee Retention Manager position at a huge non-profit organization. Then Tuesday rolled around, and just when I'm taking a break between preparing for the interview slatted for Thurs and applying to more jobs, I get a phone call from a staffing company I hadn't contacted who'd discovered my resume on careerbuilder.com and wants me to interview for a position they have with an French based financial institution. It's a temp (to possibly perm) position, contract administration and database management, pays $22 an hour. I'm certainly interested. They forward my resume and promise to send my a description. They also ask if I can interview for it this week or next. I mention prior commitments, but that I'm free all day Wed. (I'd decided not to do the volunteer work this week).
Check internet intermittently Tues night, nothing. This morning, I get on still nothing, then just as I take a break from researching Thurs interview slot, and am applying to a post on the ATPO board - I get an email from them asking to come in for an interview today. I'm sitting at my computer with a wet head, in shorts and a T-shirt, it's 10 am. They want me to come in for an interview at the company where I'd be working at 1:30 pm, but first swing by the staffing company at 12:30 if possible.
I delete the half-finished post, print off two copies of a resume, research the French financial company, research the non-profit, jump out of the internet. Blow dry my hair. Throw on a suit. Throw together information in case there's an application or forms to be signed. Put on makeup. Grab nice shoes and walking shoes. Slip on the walking shoes. Tuck nice heels in my bag. Grab three pieces of soppresso luncheon meat for protein. Gulp half a bottle of Stress-B vitamin water.
Jump back on the internet and print out maps telling me where to go. Race to the train. I get there, the staffing company is the sweetest I've been to yet (hmmm maybe because they chose me instead of the other way around?), they tell me what to say, explain the job, explain what these people want, and how to get to the place. I leave, and hunt the R/W train line (The Staffing Company is on Wall Street/Downtown, while the Financial Company I'd be working for is in Rockefeller Center/Mid-Town area - bizarre I know, you'd think it would be the reverse. But much better for me train wise.), at any rate from the Staffing Company it's quicker to grab an R, then go A and switch to F. And I only have 30 minutes. So I ask a nice man on the street who gives me directions to the R. Race to the R in my heels (not time to switch to walking shoes after Staffing interview). Get on R. Then at 34th, dash across to the N, because it's leaving first. Except the N can't make up it's mind whether to leave or not, and keeps slamming shut it's doors whenever I get close to it, so for ten seconds, I'm running back and forth in my nice skirt suit, hose, heels, 87 degrees (feels like 90), trying to figure out which train I should jump on. Finally the doors stay open long enough on the N, for me to squeeze through. It takes off. I get to the stop with ten minutes to spare. I walk fast, about four blocks,
go through security, and go up to the 13th floor, only to be told to go to the 12th. Go to the 12th. Wait. Then get told to go back to 13th. Get to the 13th. HAve a 20-30 minute interview. Am told to wait outside in a cubicle for a little while. They come out and tell me that yes, they want me. Yes, they like me. And can I start on Monday?
Aaaaahhhhh! Okay, sure. Yes. I take off back home. Call the other staffing company and inform them that I can't do the
receptionist job because I have this other opportunity instead which I'm better suited for. (Boy am I ever!!! Not so great at answering others phone calls.) They say that's fine don't worry. They'll get someone else. Then I call the new staffing company who tells me to come in tomorrow to sign forms, etc.
And is really nice, saying not to worry, it will be chaotic the first day or so. Then the people whom I'm interviewing with Thursday, call to change the time to 11 am. Which is good. Since I told the Staffing Company, I'd come in after 12 noon. The interview is on 33rd and 9th Aven. So they are a ways apart. Yes, still doing the interview. Because, hey, it's a managerial position and permanent, also for a company that does something I believe in.
Most bizarre bit about all this - is this is NOT a job I applied for, the headhunter found my resume on Careerbuilder.com and saw it as a direct match for a client.
This, career counselors tell you - never happens. Yet, of all the job interviews I've been on, this is the first one to come through. Forgive me for feeling a tad overwhelmed, skeptical, and terrified it's all a mistake, yet at the same time, very hopeful and optimistic.
Meanwhile, Mother is still here - doing everything under the sun for Kidbro and Sisinlaw. Which is a whole other post and story. So she's waking me up at 7:30 am, taking off to be with Sisinlaw and baby during the day, and keeping me busy at night. In an odd way, I'm glad she's here - I need the support right now. Someone in person, physical, as opposed to just phone wires and internet lines.
Feeling a little overwhelmed. But I think in a good way.
Trying not to freak out though. I have to make all this work.
It has got to work. Right? Deep breaths.
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Date: 2004-07-22 06:21 pm (UTC)Congrats!