A New Job, A Sigh of Relief
Last March I got laid off from my job. At the time, I cried. I'm sure many people would have in that situation. It was a bitter-sweet cry for me because it was a shock, and I had just lost my job, but on the other hand, Dr. Paulos was so mean, tactless, and emotionally abusive, it was a huge relief to get out of that situation.
As I looked for a job I got caught up doing part time work here and there, teaching Spanish, cashiering for a photography company and doing finances at Dr. Silcox's office, until my schedule was out of control, but still not sufficient for income. One by one all but working at Dr. S's office fizzled away and I had to start looking again for work. I was confident I would find a job because I always get such a good response when I send out my resumé. I got calls the day after I sent it, and even the same day from some jobs. I was interviewing at 3-4 places each couple of days and every office was asking me to come back for working interviews. I was SURE to get a job!...or so I thought. It was a rude awakening when I didn't get called back or when I would get emails thanking me for applying and informing me that they had hired someone else. With each one I felt more and more rejected and nervous. With my hours at Dr. Silcox office cut back to only 8 days a month, I felt the squeeze tighter and tighter by the minute. I think I started to get pretty depressed and stressed out about it. I was ready to go apply at Walmart and anywhere else I could, just to secure a steady income. I found myself looking at job listings almost obsessively and I hopelessly applied to jobs as soon as I spotted them. I felt sad that I was applying for positions that I didn't think I would even want. Then I saw and applied immediately to a job for an orthodontic assistant. I tried not to get my hopes up, but I prayed over and over that it would be the one. My first interview went well. It was brief. I was even a bit more interested in the job after the interview, but still tried not to get my hopes up; especially when I didn't hear back from them for 4 or 5 days. Then I got a call last Monday and they wanted me to come in for a working interview. I went on Thursday (yesterday) for a few hours and was more and more interested, but still trying not to get too excited. I really didn't know if I could handle another let down. With each one I started feeling more and more like they were personal rejections and not just business decisions. Which is silly, I know. After the interview, Dr. Omana invited me to go with them all out to lunch. I was surprised, and wanted to think that it meant I was in, but I have had that happen once before and I didn't get the job. I kept that in mind this time. I tried to be sure I didn't talk with my mouth full or chew with my mouth open and I paid close attention to whether I had food in my teeth. I thought if I don't get this job, I don't want it to be because I was too messy of an eater. When I finally left I wondered if it was allowed to have that much fun at work. It was a great day, but I tried still not to put too much hope in getting the job.
I didn't have to think about it or worry about it for long because Dr. Omana called me in the evening and offered me the job. I am so excited. The staff there are SO fun and it is going to be a significant increase in my hours.
I feel a huge relief and I haven't even started yet. First thing's first, I have to quit my job with Dr. S. on Monday. I hate quitting, but I don't have a choice. This is a no-brainer.
:)
As I looked for a job I got caught up doing part time work here and there, teaching Spanish, cashiering for a photography company and doing finances at Dr. Silcox's office, until my schedule was out of control, but still not sufficient for income. One by one all but working at Dr. S's office fizzled away and I had to start looking again for work. I was confident I would find a job because I always get such a good response when I send out my resumé. I got calls the day after I sent it, and even the same day from some jobs. I was interviewing at 3-4 places each couple of days and every office was asking me to come back for working interviews. I was SURE to get a job!...or so I thought. It was a rude awakening when I didn't get called back or when I would get emails thanking me for applying and informing me that they had hired someone else. With each one I felt more and more rejected and nervous. With my hours at Dr. Silcox office cut back to only 8 days a month, I felt the squeeze tighter and tighter by the minute. I think I started to get pretty depressed and stressed out about it. I was ready to go apply at Walmart and anywhere else I could, just to secure a steady income. I found myself looking at job listings almost obsessively and I hopelessly applied to jobs as soon as I spotted them. I felt sad that I was applying for positions that I didn't think I would even want. Then I saw and applied immediately to a job for an orthodontic assistant. I tried not to get my hopes up, but I prayed over and over that it would be the one. My first interview went well. It was brief. I was even a bit more interested in the job after the interview, but still tried not to get my hopes up; especially when I didn't hear back from them for 4 or 5 days. Then I got a call last Monday and they wanted me to come in for a working interview. I went on Thursday (yesterday) for a few hours and was more and more interested, but still trying not to get too excited. I really didn't know if I could handle another let down. With each one I started feeling more and more like they were personal rejections and not just business decisions. Which is silly, I know. After the interview, Dr. Omana invited me to go with them all out to lunch. I was surprised, and wanted to think that it meant I was in, but I have had that happen once before and I didn't get the job. I kept that in mind this time. I tried to be sure I didn't talk with my mouth full or chew with my mouth open and I paid close attention to whether I had food in my teeth. I thought if I don't get this job, I don't want it to be because I was too messy of an eater. When I finally left I wondered if it was allowed to have that much fun at work. It was a great day, but I tried still not to put too much hope in getting the job.
I didn't have to think about it or worry about it for long because Dr. Omana called me in the evening and offered me the job. I am so excited. The staff there are SO fun and it is going to be a significant increase in my hours.
I feel a huge relief and I haven't even started yet. First thing's first, I have to quit my job with Dr. S. on Monday. I hate quitting, but I don't have a choice. This is a no-brainer.
:)
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