Alright people… bad news first!
I didn’t get a position that I worked super hard for… which just goes to show that it can matter more that you know the owner from a previous company, and it doesn’t always matter how much overtime a person puts in. It was orchestrated so that a third ‘impartial party’ would come in to arrange the promotion, so that nothing raised suspicions. But here’s the deal: she has been here the least amount of time, and knows far less information about our department than I do. And that’s not even the most annoying part. Her first communication as our
ruthless fearless leader? An email with the subject ‘TEAM LEAD’ in all caps, requesting that we be patient with her as she learns everything she needs to know.
The kicker? I’m already one foot out the door, so I really am taking all of this with a grain of salt. Maria, you are a stinkin’ JACKHOLE. Okay, she’s not a jackhole, she came and apologized for essentially black balling me. But still. The now I know where I rank with the owner, and it’s not giving me any incentive to stick around.
Which leads perfectly into my next update…
That interview from last week that was rescheduled for Tuesday? NAILEDDDDD ITTT! I showed up looking On. Fleek… Business dress, natural makeup, new heels. I had my folder filled with four copies of my newly designed resume and references – printed on Executive Bright White paper from FedEx Kinkos. I sweetly greeted the receptionist, because you know those ladies report how applicants behave, and she handed me a clipboard of paperwork to fill out.
Now, I should explain this company a little– They are an amazing staffing agency who focus mainly on temp-to-hire. Everything is long term, no crappy companies, etc. So Mr. Will walked out to greet me, and I apologized for last week. He brushed it off and thanked me for following up so well. We walk into his office, and he asks if I would be okay with someone sitting in on the interview. I tell him of course… he does a double take and asks, “It wouldn’t intimidate you, right?” and with an air of humor and confidence I reply, “Nah, I’m a good interviewer!” With one eye down the hall, waving Hannah into the office, and one eye on me, I could tell he was already impressed, and laughing. I won’t bore you with details, but I will say this: he ranked me in the top 3 of his last 20 applicants, he laughed at my salary request, but said he can get me there (relatively soon), and he kept emphasizing “WHEN you come to work for us…” They don’t accept everyone, only about 25% of the applicants. He is going to look for an opening that would be a good fit, and since I’m currently working, we’re in no hurry which is great. It was a dream interview. We literally walked to the lobby laughing, shook hands, and parted ways. Legit, I felt like a regular Courtney Kerr walking out of a BaubleBar meeting!
I can’t wait to hear back from Mr. Will. That reminds me— I need to send a thank you card asap! HOMIE this week goes to me. Kuppy. I deserve this.