For the record, I am still jobless. With all of the good news I have been hearing from my fellow colleagues (i.e. batch mates; professional vocabulary FTW!), I think it’s just right to feel at least a speck of naughty pressure. With all of the adjectives I can use to modify “pressure”, I chose “naughty” for the following reasons: First, it is not the kind of heavy pressure that will make you fall on your knees and blazon out that it is the end of your world. Rather, it is the kind of light pressure that keeps on tingling your mind about joblessness. It wanes out for some time but returns to do its annoying comedy. Second, it is the kind of pressure that you do not want to welcome because you think it’s not an issue. But after some time, you could easily place yourself in a netherworld of fervor. Ironically, you pretend you do not feeling anything.
Declining my second job offer was really risky–but I declined it anyway due to some personal and family issues about the position. I liked the post a lot and I actually envisioned myself working for such position already. The job offer made me sing (and dance) “Survivor” in my mind because entering the graduate program is really competitive. At the end of the day, I made a crucial decision and decided to start from scratch.
I waited. And good things come to those who wait. After some time, that risk paid off and I was called by two attractive companies. I never knew they will consider me as a candidate for a job but that affirms the competitiveness of my credentials so I better be madly confident. For the record, I’m not bragging. The point is, nobody could judge how good you are until some professional standard assesses you. Well, this is highly debatable but I believe that an external and standardized affirmation should take place so that you will have a buddy in believing in yourself. Otherwise, it’s all just an intrapersonal showcase of skill and talent masturbation. Of course, the believe-in-yourself should be omnipresent. It is even a premise for everything for some people.
Anyway, I’m currently undergoing the tedious application process (processes?) of Company X and Company Y. I’ll have my final interview for Company X tomorrow and my second interview (out of three, I think) on Tuesday for Company Y. I still don’t know what to choose if ever I will be considered as a successful candidate for both. I’m keeping my heads up, my feet on the ground, my fingers crossed, my eyes focused… oh, too many body parts. I hate the external human anatomy. Sometimes, I just want to be a tiny parasitic bacteria so that I’ll have less options for body-related metaphors. Anyway, this week is very crucial–crucial in the sense that my perceived decades-long professional career will be dictated by my performance on those two one-hour-long interviews. I can be hired by X and not by Y. I can be hired by Y and not by X. I can be hired by both but I have to choose one. Or, I can be rejected by X and Y altogether and mourn in a prolonged phase of joblessness.
I’m ready. Bring it on.
In other news, I already changed my About Me mini vanity biography. Read it! Read it! You can read it on your right side (ovuur thurr —>) or on my About Me page (duh). ;)