Mission Accomplished

So, the 2014 job hunt is over.  I'm going with the telco, who I interviewed with today, and knocked their damned socks off.  During the thing the interviewer said, have you been ultra coached in what to say, this sounds so much like a script, which kind of hurt my feelings because that's not how I roll nowadays - as my current employer would be able to confirm, I fucking hate scripts - but she was just having difficulty putting what she was meaning into words.  When the job agency got back to me, they said that I had apparently done the perfect interview.  That's what the interviewer was trying to say during the actual thing.

It gave me an inordinate amount of satisfaction to actually type a resignation email, as the telco wants me starting on Monday, which was a full week before my current employer contract ended.  All the bile and bitterness and hurt that I have been hiding away, well, not quite come to the foreground, but I didn't have to shove it to the deepest part of me.  I mean, in time I will get over it, but the fact that my current boss is the one that kicked me to the kerb while at the same time I have to rely on her to give me a great reference, it was an interesting balancing act.

The bank still hasn't gotten back to me, which is a shame.  But, the telco job is dealing with government and large corporate customers (this being Perth, think of the big miners basically), the bank job would be an every person, every type of issue kind of role, and to be honest, I am sick of being a generalist.  I think it is about time to specialise a bit.  Much as I would love to get into banking, and much as I think I will actually get offered the position, and much as I actually think I would thrive in it, I'm going with the telco.

And not just because it is three minutes walk to Roma's apartment.  Fringe benefit indeed, though.  Lol.

So, three weeks, forty two applications, ten interviews.  Done and dusted.  Onto planning the rest of the year.  Melbourne, with Roma.  Moving into the central city with Joburg.  Dress ups and shenanigans.  Going out for dinners, though perhaps more cooking as well.  Yoga.  Art.

And lunch with Roma, and dinner with Johannesburg.  Fucking great start to the New Era.

Though in reality, this is the same employer I had in Brisbane, which I only left because I was moving to Perth, and couldn't do an internal transfer.  Maybe we can call the last two jobs on my resume since coming West, Career Interruptus?  The fact that it is with the large corporates though was the icing on the cake that sealed the deal.

Also, the fact that the interviewer was a team leader for another section but was already trying to poach me, during the actual damned interview, was a good sign.