I was waiting to do this great post. It was going to be about my interview and the job I was going to get.
It was going to be about how I got all dressed up, bought a new suit that I couldn’t afford and great Italian shoes and makeup.
It was going to be about my great resume’ compliments of Julie Luongo.
It was going to be about the rapport I established with my potential employer and the great follow up letter I wrote.
It was going to be about the excitement I felt when the headhunter called me and said “I have great news.” That’s not what she said though. She said “I have bad news.” And I thought she was joking… but she wasn’t.
It’s ok though. I have a little consulting gig I’m doing. I also have some prospects and the headhunter said she’d keep looking for me…. I really didn’t want to drive through Philly every day to get to work, even though it was near Sissy and Cappy. And I certainly didn’t want to have to dress in a freaking suit every day.
I didn’t even really want the job. I just convinced myself that it was the right thing to do.
In any case, it’s not the end of the world. The end of the world is the other phone call I got today. The one from a former co-worker who told me that another one of our co-workers died today. He had lung cancer. He was young – maybe late 30s and had a 10 year old daughter. He smoked like a fiend. Yeah. He died today. And that’s what really sucks!