Well, as the fates would have it, I failed my interview on Wednesday.
This is what I get for attempting anything. Failure.
To be honest, it’s a relief that the interview process is over. Was this job the focal point of my life? No. Am I depressed? Not really. I did try to get the position at work, but I didn’t give it 100% and I know that I could have prepared more. I learned a lesson, Fate. It’s been a while since I’ve actually tried to accomplish something outside of writing and even though I didn’t become an Assistant Manager, I do get to breathe again and focus on what I’m really passionate about: writing. I only wish that I wasn’t so nervous so that I don’t feel like I disappointed some of the co-workers that I’ve mentored and trained. My cool, calm, charming demeanor was crushed under the tidal wave of nerves. I should’ve taken that shot of whiskey before.
I’m going to improve my attitude at work and try a little harder to accomplish goals that will only benefit me in the long run. Maybe I’ll go for the position again in another department and keep moving up. Assistant Manager can’t hurt your resumé. I need a decent job to pay the bills and support myself while I write until the day that I’m a successful, published author. I’ll find one eventually and in the mean time, I’m better off than most at my current position and I need to RELAX.
Everything happens for a reason. This is the lesson that I’m constantly learning.
Teaching, management…I need to stop focusing about getting a paycheck and focus on my writing and creativity. Selling so many copies of my book last week really opened my eyes and motivated me. Now that the interview is over and I know I didn’t get the position, I’ll grow at work and continue to pursue my vision of becoming a published author.
To the future, minions.