. . .
Crap. It was a great job too. And the hours were right, so I wouldn’t have to give up any of my freelance work (which I live off of now), thus diminishing the benefits of a regular gig.
This is the first job I’ve applied to ever that I’ve even gotten an interview for (not that I have applied for many jobs compared to some, but still), so I admit that had my hopes up (most other jobs I’ve applied to in the past haven’t even bothered to get back with an automated “no thank you”).
I’m trying to not be bummed out about it, and am fighting the doldrums by applying for one other job today.
But, let me just say this to friends and family who meant well by saying “oh, I’m sure you’ll get the job. Don’t worry!”:
Um, you were wrong. I didn’t get the job for exactly the reason I had told you I was worried I might not get it (slightly under-qualified, and someone over-qualified also applied). Trying to convince me that I’m a shoe-in is not helpful, and makes it harder to handle when I don’t get the job. Next time, please refrain from that kind of encouragement, thanks.
sigh