According to trend pieces on popular internet sites, Millenials such as myself are supposed to switch careers regularly. Some of those articles delve into the economics behind our forced mobility, others fawn over our clear-eyed search for personal and professional fulfillment, and the grumpy ones call us a generation of lackadaisical bags of tweets and Instagram, harrumph harrumph.
Whatever the case may be, change is constant, as evidenced by my most recent move away from One-Stop Wellness, Inc., which I joined right after our honeymoon. The reason for the switch can be summarized by a friend's observation: "People quit their bosses, not their jobs." I was so ready for a change that I handed in my resignation without even having a new job lined up.
As luck would have it, a spot was open over at Healing Peanuts, Inc. (note: real organization names changed because ninja). I'd applied to that company before, and got turned down because I lacked experience with a specific grant-funding organization. This new opportunity was a similar gig -- and I still lacked that experience, by the way, but this time the description didn't call for it -- and so I sent in my resume and cover letter as I waited for the train. Ain't technology grand?
That same morning, I got a call from their HR -- the very same person who'd interviewed me two years ago and gave me the rejection email after I followed up. We got right down to business: this is a part-time gig; this is the salary; haha no I need you to go up, sir, up; fine, come on in to chat with HR and the prospective new boss.
So off I went. HR was short and sweet: "Hi, how's it going, do you know how to get to E Building? Here's a map, off you go." And I skipped merrily along, and did not get lost, I would like to emphasize this to my hubby (I get other people lost, not myself, serves them right for asking directions from the clueless-looking woman).
The job interview itself was NBD. It was as though my new boss had looked at my sparkling resume and decided I was The One, and all I had to do was not fart during our conversation. Side note: Readers, I am very proud of my resume: it is clear, concise, and tailored to the job description. I work for this thang!
Anyway, by the end of the chat, I had a verbal offer, and by the following week, had got the call from HR, who, succint as usual, opened with, "Done deal." This person is a treasure, I tell you. Two weeks after the interview, I was proudly wearing my new ID, and now I joyfully risk life and limb riding my bicycle through rush hour traffic. The whole process, from handing in my notice to starting my new job, took about six weeks. HECK YEAH.
And thus another chapter begins...
TL;DR: I got a new job last month.
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