Monday, June 13, 2011

8 months.

65 resumes.

Interviews with 29 people (that I can remember at the moment).

2-3 hours prep for every interview.

10 hours creating custom writing samples at the request of just one prospective employer--for a short-term contract job (that I landed).

3 "I love you, but there are others who more closely map what we're looking for."

5 "I love you! It's not quite the right fit, but I passed your resume on to someone at X company."

1 "I'm sorry--we were writing an offer but corporate decided to move the position to Dulles, VA."

1 "I want to hire you, but I really think I need someone in Pasadena full-time."

1 offer that I, literally, couldn't afford to take.

Many friends and friends of friends who channeled my resume through their networks.

Lots and lots of freelance writing projects--all sizes.

Scores of notes and calls of encouragement to counter the negativity from the

Few who assumed I just wasn't trying hard enough.

A job offer at last?

Priceless.


My friends and my family? Not enough money or love in the world to say Thank You.

But truly.

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.