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Jan. 21st, 2019
Applying for a New Job and Missing My Dad
Jan. 21st, 2019 07:58 pm A few weeks ago I made a post about "the admin slide" -- my experience with clawing my way out of an administrative support role only to have my company go out of business, my division re-org'd and my job eliminated, or etc. I've never failed at one of these more advanced jobs, the company around me has failed.
I'd just about given up trying anymore, but a few weeks ago a former colleague dropped by my work site and encouraged me to apply at her new company. Previously I had worked at a non-profit health research institute, and she is in a similar organization now. I've been with my current company (another branch of the non-profit health org) for almost nine years now. My previous record was a month short of five years. I'm seriously under-challenged by my job, but I've worked up to a decent salary and a nice benefit package, including generous vacation accrual and great medical benefits. Any new employer would need to have a very attractive compensation package to match. I looked at some jobs on the other company's site and printed out two to follow up on. Then I let them go. Too much work. Too much risk.
But that was before the amazing healing process I went through a couple of weeks ago. Yesterday I was cleaning out my purse and found the folded up printouts of the job descriptions. And I just spent all evening researching current resume best practices, updating my cv, and writing my cover letter. I hit the "submit" button less than 30 minutes ago.
Then, because I'm close to my family (even though my mom and sister drive me crazy sometimes), I sent them and my daughter a copy of the job description, my resume, and cover letter. And then I sat there looking at the 'sent mail' copy and realized I really, really wanted to send it to my dad too. My dad who died just over two years ago.
I believe he knows what I'm doing, and I have faith that he's proud of me and is rooting for me.
But it would be nice to be able to hear his voice right now and talk about this with him.
This was the LiveJournal icon I used for posts relating to my dad. Since he's passed, and since DW doesn't allow as many icons as I had on LJ, I hadn't uploaded it for regular use. But I still wanted to include it here.
I'd just about given up trying anymore, but a few weeks ago a former colleague dropped by my work site and encouraged me to apply at her new company. Previously I had worked at a non-profit health research institute, and she is in a similar organization now. I've been with my current company (another branch of the non-profit health org) for almost nine years now. My previous record was a month short of five years. I'm seriously under-challenged by my job, but I've worked up to a decent salary and a nice benefit package, including generous vacation accrual and great medical benefits. Any new employer would need to have a very attractive compensation package to match. I looked at some jobs on the other company's site and printed out two to follow up on. Then I let them go. Too much work. Too much risk.
But that was before the amazing healing process I went through a couple of weeks ago. Yesterday I was cleaning out my purse and found the folded up printouts of the job descriptions. And I just spent all evening researching current resume best practices, updating my cv, and writing my cover letter. I hit the "submit" button less than 30 minutes ago.
Then, because I'm close to my family (even though my mom and sister drive me crazy sometimes), I sent them and my daughter a copy of the job description, my resume, and cover letter. And then I sat there looking at the 'sent mail' copy and realized I really, really wanted to send it to my dad too. My dad who died just over two years ago.
I believe he knows what I'm doing, and I have faith that he's proud of me and is rooting for me.
But it would be nice to be able to hear his voice right now and talk about this with him.
This was the LiveJournal icon I used for posts relating to my dad. Since he's passed, and since DW doesn't allow as many icons as I had on LJ, I hadn't uploaded it for regular use. But I still wanted to include it here.