Shortly after I posted my last entry I received an email about a phone interview. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it as it was the very first place I sent my resume to back in April, but it's also the last place that appears to still be hiring as the majority of the jobs I applied to have since been taken down. I scheduled the appointment for this afternoon, the first opening I could get.
Maybe it's my anxiety (I'm sure a large part of it) but I immediately felt they were pitying me, or perhaps humoring my friend who had told her boss about me multiple times until he finally said he'd look at my resume. A week later I finally got the phone interview. I was nervous the entire night after getting it scheduled, slept better the next day but was exhausted this morning.
I hate having to schedule a meeting for the afternoon because it made the morning completely worthless to me (well, not completely, I did get some painting done which of course is now my side job) and when the time came for it, I had my notes in front of me, both phones (because I couldn't remember which number I'd given them) and finally had the first interview with the third place I'd actually heard back from.
And after the half hour was over, I can't honestly tell you how it went. Unlike my first place, I didn't hear back from them this evening for a face-to-face, but it is getting onto the 4th of July holiday, and he did mention I probably wouldn't hear right away... but it was how he reacted to every single answer I gave. The canned response, over and over, "I love that answer... that's a great response..." It felt (and it's possible he's not good at interviewing and it's also possible he wasn't actually listening, but I hope the typing on the other end was making notes and not responding to something completely different) sort of like I wasn't getting anywhere.
Is it anxiety or depression that makes me feel this way? Am I just projecting these imaginations on these interviews? Or am I right on the money? I can harken back to the first interview back in April and how hopeful I was in almost getting that job, but I'd barely been looking for a few weeks, surely there would be a better option soon enough? But then nothing for so long now until the second interview and I thought that had gone well enough too...but then that job didn't turn out either. Now I'm on interview three and I just don't know.
So, I'm taking little steps. At least there's one last little light of hope, but depending on the next few weeks I'll probably have to start the process all over again.
To address another thing in my life that I'm dealing with anxiety about is my painting crafting table. It's a website too and I was hoping that by sharing it online on a regular basis I might get someone interested in something and buy something or anything actually... It's like when I was going to get married and everyone was so excited and promised they'd come celebrate with me and then we set up this huge party for all of these people...and no one showed. So, it's like I'm setting up this big old party and I'm the only one celebrating.
It's hard not to feel rejected isn't it?
I keep trying to remind myself that a lot of my stock is related to Christmas and people just don't buy stuff until it gets closer...so, crossing my fingers? I also had a failure this week with getting things up on Google (which mildly sucks after it seemed like things were going to work only to have them dragged down all of a sudden) but I'll keep trudging on. I don't have the fan base that I used to have with some of my artwork. Now I'm starting nearly from scratch.
Then a bit of a blow to my feminism today. So, obviously we're closely approaching the end of month three without a job, and I've been doing okay paying my own bills and helping with groceries and things with my savings. That's why my savings exist - why I've pushed so hard over the years to have so much of it built up - forgoing vacations and fancy clothes or expensive trinkets (I have a lot of trinkets but they're usually less than $40 and I spend very little on things for myself) - so except when we go out to eat dinner, I don't expect my husband to buy anything for me.
But then tonight at the craft store he whipped out his credit card and paid for my purchase. I just didn't know what to do because I don't expect that of him, and I'm sure he didn't mean anything of it, but it was my purchase, for things I'm going to use... so it just felt like a bit of a punch in the gut.
I'm making steps. They're very small, but I'm trudging on. I don't know what I'm doing since I have so much time booked up with other things - which I guess is good to keep me busy, but it's weird to feel so busy and not actually have a job that's keeping me busy.
I just need to keep keeping on.