Sorry for the lack of posts for two weeks or so. Life has been generally crazy. While this is not a post of excuses, I will tell you that I'm already behind on gardening and trying to get caught up, as well as having my sisters in town for a week. On that note, my sister makes the best carrot cake I've ever eaten, so I requested some of that, with her fortunately obliging.
Also during this two week period, I applied for a tour guiding job. I sent my resume on the final day, along with my cover letter and the requested head shot. I got an email in reply, telling me that I was to attend the group interview the next day.
I show up at Uptown Espresso (the location of the interview) a few minutes before it is set to begin. It turns out that it is actually not a group interview, but a group scheduled as a block, interviewing one at a time. I sit and talk with my fellow applicants. Some are good. Others are great. A few, not so good. Hmm...nine people at my interview block times five interview blocks equals about forty-five people applying for three to six positions.
I'm nervous, as are a lot of the other candidates. In my interview I stutter and stammer quite a bit. I don't know the answer to one particular question, while other questions (often easy questions) find me taking too much time to think.
I walk out, trying to be hopeful, but knowing I'm probably not getting a second interview.
A day passes. I get an email, confirming my suspicions. At the same time, it is a personal email, referencing things in my interview and thanking me for applying.
At this moment, I realized something: this is not the end of the world. Indeed, I feel fine. My identity is not in my job, but in Christ. And that, my friends, is one of the most beautiful realizations there is.
Sorry for the lack of posts for two weeks or so. Life has been generally crazy. While this is not a post of excuses, I will tell you that I'm already behind on gardening and trying to get caught up, as well as having my sisters in town for a week. On that note, my sister makes the best carrot cake I've ever eaten, so I requested some of that, with her fortunately obliging.
Also during this two week period, I applied for a tour guiding job. I sent my resume on the final day, along with my cover letter and the requested head shot. I got an email in reply, telling me that I was to attend the group interview the next day.
I show up at Uptown Espresso (the location of the interview) a few minutes before it is set to begin. It turns out that it is actually not a group interview, but a group scheduled as a block, interviewing one at a time. I sit and talk with my fellow applicants. Some are good. Others are great. A few, not so good. Hmm...nine people at my interview block times five interview blocks equals about forty-five people applying for three to six positions.
I'm nervous, as are a lot of the other candidates. In my interview I stutter and stammer quite a bit. I don't know the answer to one particular question, while other questions (often easy questions) find me taking too much time to think.
I walk out, trying to be hopeful, but knowing I'm probably not getting a second interview.
A day passes. I get an email, confirming my suspicions. At the same time, it is a personal email, referencing things in my interview and thanking me for applying.
At this moment, I realized something: this is not the end of the world. Indeed, I feel fine. My identity is not in my job, but in Christ. And that, my friends, is one of the most beautiful realizations there is.
It's Not te End of the World As We Know It, but I Feel Fine (with apologies to REM)
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