|I often use this place to document life's joys, but sometimes you just need to record the whole story. |
Because otherwise, you lose sight of why you really celebrate the joy. So, here it is friends..
I received a we want to interview you email several weeks after applying for a position I was very excited about. Soon after that interview, I received the we want you back for our final round of interviews email. It was really exciting and I was quite honored. I spent several weeks preparing for that interview – studying the website, reviewing my resume, preparing for questions – and I was confident. But as I made my way to the office, my confidence was slowly replaced with doubt. I questioned myself and my abilities, whether I had what it took to do the job well.
All of those insecurities just seeped through during my interview. It was a complete disaster. When I walked away, I was so embarrassed. It took me almost three days to admit to David (in tears and at the grocery store no less) that it went terribly, that I would be shocked if I got the job, and that I was sorry. He just smiled and said, If you get it, I'll be here to celebrate with you. If you don't get it, I'll be here to cry with you. Either way, I'll be here. Well, several days later he was there to cry with me. I didn't get the job and I know it's a bit melodramatic, but I was totally devastated.
The same night I received that rejection email, David pointed out a job posting to me. He said, I think you would be extraordinary at this job. And so I read the description for a copywriting intern. It was perfect and several days later, I submitted my resume and cover letter. That same week, I was heading into the office for an interview. I promised myself that this time would be different. This time, I would just be me. The next day, I received a phone call with some very good news.
Today was my second day of work and I truly can't wait for my third, and then fourth, and then all the days after that. I believe in the company's mission, the people I work with kind of rock (and by kind of, I mean completely), and I'm doing something that I love, something that challenges me, something that grows me. It's a modest start, but that doesn't really matter. I have a job that I look forward to waking up for in the morning. And that, my friends, is something to celebrate.