Well, the job I interviewed for went to someone else. For all my attempts to keep in good spirits about this, saying it is their loss and this must not have been the place I am supposed to be. There is a part of me that feel differently. The dark side that wishes nothing but failure to the person who got the job instead of me. Visions of catastrophe. Visions of raging clients. Visions of that person getting fired.
But that is all they are. Visions. That vengeful person is not me. But it lurks there in the background, telling all of us things we need to hear in the first moments when the hiring manager tells us they hired someone else. Then the good, compassionate person takes over, and we wish the manager a good day and thank them. And we mean it. I mean it.
All I want to do is crawl into the nearest corner and cry.
Take all the raw emotion generated and give it a healthy outlet. Leaving room for all the true thoughts. Those that tell me I am a good and talented person. I have skills that many companies would be lucky to have. And as hard as it is, even if it takes six months, there is a job out there for me.