Further to last week's blog: it is not the job I'm dreaming of, but I didn't realise until I went for the second interview and knocked it out of the park exactly how important it was for my mental well-being to have just any job. I came out of the tiny little meeting room, where myself and 4 middle-aged men were sat opposite 3 hiring managers for a group-setting series of questions and scenarios, thinking 'I really hope I get this'.
In fairness, I let my ego have its day and my actual thought was 'if they don't hire me they're idiots'. But if I do say so myself, I was that good.
I went in today and had my fingerprints done (again!) and finally got to flash the all-important green card as proof of work eligibility. That was a definite improvement on the reams of paper I had to produce for absolutely anything when I was on a non-immigrant work visa in the past. Then paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork, the all-important ID photograph (I hope I didn't squint) and that was it. Orientation is on Monday, so this week could go very slowly while I'm waiting to get started.
But anyway, back to my mental well-being. I had a rough week last week of wondering whether I would ever be good enough for any job, whether I'd committed career suicide, and whether I was going to be stuck in a room in my in-laws house forever and ever. However, over the weekend (and with numerous telling-offs from my husband) I came to a few conclusions, namely:
- A job is a job is a job. I just need to get in to the American workforce.
- My desire to have a purpose in my life, use my brain, and move out, all supercede the possibility of just waiting for the 'right' job to come along.
So although it might not be my dream job, it is my ticket to freedom, and actually beginning 'proper' married life with my new hubby. I can't wait to get started.
The fact that one of my company perks is a free turkey at Christmas and Thanksgiving doesn't hurt either.
No comments:
Post a Comment