Yes, lost. It’s been over a month since I posted anything. I think. Oddly, a decent amount of things have happened, and yet, I’ve felt no need to document them. I think I’d like to recap the last seven months as they apply to work. (Holy cow, we’ve been here for SEVEN MONTHS already!!)
Upon arrival, I pretty much immediately picked up a temp job through an agency. While the company was great and the people were nice, the work was certainly not anything that I wanted to do for a moment longer than necessary. As such, I always kept my eyes open. I found something a little closer to home through agency number two. There was this and that to be done before I could start and in the meantime, I had a couple more interviews. It was seriously famine for about a month and then a feast. Agency number two told me that this position was of a certain type. Well, turns out that wasn’t the case. Annoyed.
And not feeling bad about accepting a different position with agency number three, but not before a really fantastic interview at a place where I really felt that I clicked with the people there. The work was exactly what I wanted to do. It gave me interesting work and the opportunity to learn some things that I wanted to learn. Unfortunately, they just weren’t ready to make their decision and I wasn’t in a position to wait.
Agency number three put me in another place that had fantastic nice people and the opportunity to learn some things, but I kept looking back to that interview. That “what if I had waited”. It was killing me. The company for agency number three wanted to bring me on full-time. I did everything that I needed to do (and thanks to those who did their parts as well), I had the offer letter in hand, but I was still reading the classifieds.
And then I saw it. The position that I had interviewed for previously was open again. I didn’t know why it was open, but I knew that I had to try. I sent my information once again. It didn’t take long to get a response. They wanted me to come in to “interview” again. I did. And I knew it went really well. And I knew a decision had to be made. I leapt. I turned down the offer in hand and waited. Waited. Waited. Got nervous. Got really nervous. Started getting scared. Started trying to figure out how long I could last without working.
Then the email came. And all was good in the m-f-ing hood. 😀
So, I’ll know more in another day or two. Life will be good again….as if it were ever not. I live in Colorado, for Pete’s sake!