So, about two months ago I went for a job interview. I’m somewhat of a professional job hunter so was glad to get an invitation after a whole lot of nothing. Seriously, the “regret to inform you” letter is better than “nothing tastes like Fresca” (some might be too young to get this).
So, I go for the interview. It goes well. The next day I’m called for a second viewing. That goes well too. Then…nothing…again…Story of my life. Anyhoo, I was on tenterhooks. My nerves were shot. Didn’t they like me? I thought they did. I’m sure my aura shouted “Pick me! Pick me!”
Two weeks back I received a call from the agent. The contract was on its way! I released that breathe I held for so long…Two years to be exact. The relief that washed over me!
So, today I sit here on my first day and all can say is God is good. I picked Him and, whoa, how blessed I am!