…until I bust it down.
I’m in abnormally good spirits for a Monday evening in which I received a job rejection e-mail a scant two hours ago. Perhaps it is the Talking Heads ringing in my earphones, but I actually feel good.
When I applied for this R&D position with another school, I told myself it would be the last until my contract ended. The “hard part” of this job is over. I’ve been through nearly seven months at two different campuses. I’ve endured two workshops. We have days off in May (Children’s Day and Buddha’s Birthday), June (Memorial Day), and August (Independence Day). And we have our summer vacation in late July and early August.*
This position wasn’t ideal, and it would have been a pretty large pay cut. Not getting the job leaves my options open, and allows me more time to (hopefully) find something that is closer to what I am looking for. Clearly, if I’m this at ease with getting rejected, it couldn’t have been that great of a job to begin with.
For now, I’ll keep hammering away…
*This is a point of some contention, as the 5 days of vacation are from Thursday to Wednesday, thus depriving us of the additional two days of adjoining weekend.