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I interviewed for a job Friday the 12th of February.  All signs were that I did very well; I met with my would-be supervisor for over an hour, and he seemed impressed.  Better, even: we got along, we had similar ideas and views, and he very much wanted someone with my specific strengths and personality.

I am not usually so kind to myself about job interviews, but I did great on this one.  The kind of thing where you leave and go, “well, if they don’t like me, I can still honestly say there’s nothing more I could have possibly done.”

I was told the hiring process would be slow. He had some international travel ahead of him, and was swamped besides: a person in the position for which I interviewed was desperately needed, but they had no time to find one.  He told me the next step would be a writing assignment, and the way he was talking seemed like I would be in on that.

You can see where this is going. I haven’t heard anything. A week ago today, I sent a “hey, what’s up with this” email, to no response.  I feel like I should just take a hint, but something is telling me not to let it go so easily.  Like, I did so well!  How could I not even make it to the second round? So I’m going to call this guy today, in the next hour.

I hate calling people. Hate. Especially to possibly be shot down.  I honestly don’t know how I’m going to react if I get rejected. Sometimes, I just start crying, and I didn’t know until the tears started that the conversation was a crying-risk.

Anyway, if you’ve read this far, please leave me some encouragement by reply.  It would really help.

Today I have been unemployed for one year.