I don’t normally talk about my job in public forums. It’s a sort of rule with me. I’m breaking the rule for the moment because it’s part of the theme of the week, but also because I really love my job.
Weds March 26 – 3:00 PM – Interview for what becomes my current job
Thurs March 27 – job offer for the job I interviewed for on Wednesday
Changing jobs is stressful, whether it’s by choice or not. Interviewing, while not officially on the Holmes and Rahe scale is stressful by merit of being part of that process. By this point in the week last year, I’d already racked up 20 points for a change in residence and 25 points for a change in living conditions (due to living in a semi-construction zone), 47 points for dismissal from work, and 63 points for the death of a close family member. At 155 points, that’s at the point where there’s moderate risk of stress actually impacting your health.
When you add them all up and put them on the average internet stress survey, it tends to put you in the “at risk” category and recommend counseling or stress management assistance. I could have used it by then, but I was too numb to realize it at the time.
Of the things that happened during this stressful week last year, interviewing for and getting this job was one of the most positive (the house being the other despite my trepidation).
The interview was extremely hard. I went into it doing everything I knew how to do to avoid revealing that on the inside I was a total mess. I wanted to sit on the floor in the middle of the new place and rock until things didn’t hurt anymore, but there just wasn’t any time for it. I would have had to delay my interview for that, and despite everything else I was so excited for the opportunity this particular interview that I didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardize my chances.
As hard as it was to keep it together, I’m glad I didn’t put the interview off. I was so much more excited about the position by the time I left that I did something I’ve never done before: as I was being escorted out after the interview time, I flat-out told the boss that I really wanted the job, loved the idea of it, and that I really wanted to join their team. I also let them know that I had some really great interviews coming up in the next few days, but I was super excited and this was my first choice.
I was afraid I fan-girled it. Too enthusiastic. Tripping over myself to try to make a good impression and ultimately falling on my face. I consoled myself with the idea that I had six interviews lined up over the next two weeks and certainly something good would come through if this particular opportunity didn’t work out.
I got the offer the next day and accepted it immediately. I’ve been extremely happy that I did.
It’s not always an easy job to love. I help facilitate items through our new product introduction area. The work is interesting and fulfilling, at least to me, but very often items land on my desk not just “hot” or “on fire” but complete infernos because they’re either pushing deadlines or people forgot to get me involved in the process earlier. I’m getting people cued in to add me earlier, but due to the nature of the area I work in, there are always going to be time constraints and logistical challenges.
I have great coworkers. Management in my department is very responsive to suggestions and are always looking for opportunities to improve. Best of all, I’m being given some exciting opportunities to develop and take my career to the next level.
It’s challenging sometimes, especially when things are flaming out all around me, but also extremely rewarding when things finally come together. The worst day here is far and away better than the best day at my previous job.