It's only a mild freak-out

Thanks Scissors for the words. I think I can explain a bit here. It's just me, being crazy.

Yesterday I was checking out LinkedIn and I found a job that seemed to be tailor-made for one of my former colleagues, so I sent it to him. He emailed me back saying that he had started a new job at Qwest, not only that, but a second position was filled by another of our colleagues and they were both off to Denver for training. And then I went insane.

Did I apply for that job? Why yes I did. Did I even get an interview? Nope.

Then, I woke up this morning and there were 4 emails telling me that I wasn't going to be selected for any further consideration for other jobs I had applied for. Begin complete and total freak-out.

I decided that there was something wrong, and it was wrong with me. Or the universe. I needed counsel. So off I took myself to my friendly neighborhood New Age bookstore and presented myself to the resident psychic who canceled his afternoon appointments to see me. (No, he had an opening, but isn't it more dramatic that way?)

Carl channeled my Grandpa Boots and told me some interesting stuff. First of all, the job at Qwest wasn't the right opportunity for me. Secondly, I am a freight train, I am on a track and I'm getting where I'm going. Apparently the job is going to show up within the next 3 months, and there are currently 5 different companies that are right for me. The problem is that my resume is too flat, it needs dimension. I mentioned that my lazy eye prevents me from seeing in 3 dimensions, but apparently I was being too literal.

Also, my sister is going to meet her beshert this summer (Grandpa was very insistant on me passing that information along.)

I went home feeling pretty good and I've decided to raise my sights for a great job. It's out there, it's mine, I just need to claim it!

Later that afternoon....

Scott called from the office, Marriott had sent me some promotional stuff and he wanted to send it on to me (isn't he sweet?) We got to talking about the Qwest thing, and it turns out that a bunch of not-so-great BellSouth folks are working there and the job isn't what I thought it was, it's just selling switched long-distance. If I had to pick a job that would wither my soul, selling switched long-distance would be that job.

Funny, isn't it, that when things are put into perspective that there's no reason to freak-out.