I applied for a new job a couple of weeks ago. Can't remember if I blogged about that or not. In any case, it sounded great. A manageable step up in responsibility, small company, easy commute, a slightly different and more interesting focus than my current position. I was not a perfect candidate, but I felt like I was a strong contender.
I didn't get the job. That, in an of itself, was not so hard to take. I don't expect to apply for one job and have that turn out to be the one I get.
What smarts is that the job went to a current coworker of mine who is less qualified. Her degree is slightly more relevant, but in terms of time spent in the trenches and directly applicable skills, she's a few years behind me. Sigh.
I'm still smarting for getting passed over for an obvious promotion right before I went on leave. And now I have to put on the happy, cheery face for my coworker when really I'm feeling somewhat petty and small.
Welcome back to office politics, right?
Moi
- Snickollet
- I'm a mother and a widow, and a whole lot of other things. Here, though, I tend to write about parenting, grief, and their intersection.
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Good for you for putting on the happy face for your coworker. I'm sorry about all of it, since I have the suspicion (as I'm sure you do) that the babies figured into the hiring equation, especially in the one at your current job. But look how cute they are!
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