When I didn’t hear back from the company last week — when they said at the interview that I would hear back by Friday — I knew I didn’t get the job.
But as is all rejection, it isn’t final until you get that verbal “I’m breaking up with you” or pink slip in your inbox. I called them at 2 p.m. Friday and left a voicemail. No word by the end of the day, not even an email. Monday I was so busy at work that I didn’t get a chance to make another phone call. Still no email in my inbox from them.
Then Tuesday — Valentine’s Day — came and I was going to give them a final ring. To ask them why they have been avoiding me, or just to confirm that they had offered the position to someone else. They beat me to the punch. In my inbox mid-day was an email that included the sentence, “While your qualifications are certainly impressive, we have decided to pursue other candidates for the position.”
Rejected, yet again.
I want to know why, “I am not good enough.” I want to know why these other people are “better candidates.” I think I already know the answer though since the hiring manager alluded to me being overqualified for the position during the in-person interview. In this economy though, how can anyone be considered overqualified? Clearly, other places tell me I do not have enough experience so why should having too much experience be a negative aspect?
I just have too much love to share, I suppose.
Unlike the time last week I bawled my eyes out after finding out I would not be getting an interview at a place I for sure thought I would, I didn’t shed a tear this time.
I kind of didn’t have the energy to do all of that. To leave my office, cry in my car, become “normal” and presentable again, and go back to work. It’s too much effort. Plus, I already got my run for the day in before I had received the rejection email.
That evening I went to see “The Vow” at the movie theater. I figured, already rejected once for the day, I don’t really care if people see me alone here on V-Day. At this point, I’m more ashamed to tell family, friends, colleagues and mentors — time and time again — that I did not get hired by XYZ than the fact that I don’t have a date for Valentine’s Day. I could care less about that.
Also, because I was alone, I was able to snag a good middle seat even though I arrived five minutes late. And, I wasn’t alone. I saw one or two ladies by themselves — and even a man who was there by himself to watch a lukewarm romcom. I thought for sure his young military wife must be in the bathroom but even when the movie ended, he headed out of the theater alone.
I’m really tired. And, even though I feel like I’m alone in this job search, I know I’m not alone.
I hope my fellow job seekers had just a good Valentine’s Day as I did — or maybe even better.