Chronicles of a Late Bloomer

This morning, I had a call from the potential new employer with the perfect job. It was not a “Come on in for a second interview” call, as I had hoped, but rather an “Our Training Director has decided to change the requirements for that new job and, because you’re not yet licensed, you no longer fit our requirements and so we can’t offer you a job at this time” call.

I don’t feel so badly, because I know (as with all good breakups) that it wasn’t me, it was them. The director and the other potential supervisor repeatedly expressed sadness, stating over and over again how much they liked me and how well they thought I’d fit into the team. One even said that she was excited after my interview because hiring me (specifically me) would have solved a significant problem that they are currently having.

I know that they aren’t bullshitting me. I know because of the length of their messages, the regret in their voices, and their plea that I keep them in mind for the time, 3 years in the future, when I will qualify for employment under the new requirements. I also know because of the friends I have who already work there and have overheard lunchroom talk about me that they are being genuine. I know that this rejection isn’t about me.

But, it still sort of sucks. I have already had to curb 2 disappointment binges about it. Fortunately, I have curbed them. My period should start tomorrow. I feel that it will give me a clean slate in the weight loss department.