You're NOT hired

I left my stressful full time hospital administration position in May and my plan was to spend a month or so recovering from that madness before I started to look for a part-time position. I wanted to dive into my freelance writing career and supplement it with a part-time job and my eBay store.

 

My first interview was the week after I left the hospital and while I was thrilled that they called, inside I was screaming, "No! I'm not ready to go back yet!"

 

It turned out that the 20 hour a week job that was advertised was really 30 hours a week with no benefits. I felt my eyes glaze over and I started making a grocery list in my head when the HR manager offered this info in the interview. I did all the wrong things to make sure I wasn't chosen. I acted ambivalent about the job and didn't follow up with a thank you email or letter. The exact things that would have struck someone off my list when I was a hiring manager.

 

The beginning of July brought "the Vinny incident" so I spent about three weeks in July feeling guilty and sad about that and so, didn't look for part-time work. I started looking again in August and it feels like no one wants me. I'm applying for positions that in reality, I'm over qualified for but at this time in my life, I want a job that is stress free and "fun", not something I have to do to survive. Is that so much to ask?

 

I thought I had found the perfect match when I saw an ad for a Dog Walker. Really?? Oh my gosh, what a no-brainer this is.

I walk four dogs every day! I love dogs! I'm the perfect candidate. I had a long conversation with the company owner and he basically led me to believe that I had the job but wanted to meet in person first. I figured that as long as I didn't show up with an "I hate dogs" T-shirt, I was a shoo-in!

 

And then I got the "thank you, but no thank you" email. Wha??? I even went to my interview with him the day my sister went to the emergency room which I thought showed him my dedication to keeping an appointment. I hope one of the dogs bites him.

 

I'm tempted to just send a cover letter stating that I'm a bored housewife looking to get out of the house for a few hours a week.

 

I knew I shoulda been a stripper.