So, the thing that I wouldn’t talk about a couple of posts ago was a job I was applying for that, had I gotten it, would have meant me moving to DC while my wife stayed here in Ithaca until she finishes her A exams. As you may have noticed, I speak about the possibility of getting the job in the past tense. That’s right, yet another job I didn’t get. I found out officially today what I had been expecting this whole week. However, I do say that I dodged a bullet there, because as lovely a city as DC is (I really do like it there a lot), it would have put a serious roadblock into our plan OPERATION: WEST COAST!
My wife and I have that as our target, and I’m eagerly searching for work out there somewhere that would somehow be right for me. Something science museum/science center/education/marketing/organizational development-ish would do just fine. I know, that’s a pretty narrow field. But I’m not as discouraged as I have been over the past year. Lately, I’ve been getting past multiple rounds in these interview processes for jobs that I would actually want (I’ve also been sending out for jobs that I could do, but just don’t care that much about), and my experience has led me to believe that most things are games of numbers. You put yourself out there and you will receive more no’s than yes’s, but just one yes makes a world of difference.
