For anyone who has been paying attention to my “tweets” in the top of the right column, may have noticed I’ve been interviewing for a new job. While I was not exactly actively looking for a new job, I’ve been bored in my current position for quite a while now, and I’ve been less than happy with the lack of rewarding work that is coming my way. I was putting out my feelers, and looking at job postings and just generally staying open to any possibilities that may come my way.
It all started about a month ago when one of my colleagues, Bea, called me to tell me she was leaving her job. I always really liked Bea. She had such a sunny disposition, that the sun should be ashamed of being such a slacker. After wishing her well I asked who was going to replace her. The job hadn’t even been posted yet. “So, how much does it pay?” I blurted out. “Serious?” “Serious.” “Oh my god we so need to talk.”
We had a peer group meeting later that week where Bea and I spent more time outside the meeting room talking about the job and trying to set up an immediate interview with her boss. By the time I left that meeting, my first informal interview was set up for the next day.
The meeting went really well. I was excited. My potential new boss (PNB) was excited. Why shouldn’t she be? I would be managing the department that depends heavily on the web applications that I helped design, and about which I am considered the company expert. My user community never really has used my applications to their full potential. Now would be the chance to show the other sites how it should be done.
When the job was finally officially posted, my PNB called me at home to tell me to apply right away as it was not going to be up there for long. She knew what she wanted, and didn’t need to sort through a whole bunch of other applicants. We set up an appointment for my official interview.
As expected, it went well. I came armed with solid ideas that could be implemented the day I set foot in the door and could save her department thousands of dollars. She wanted me. She wanted me bad. If she had her way, we’d already be negotiating salary.
But, I work for a very large organization. There are processes and procedures. And lots of other people who have to get involved, particularly for a management position. So, I wait. I think next week I get to have one of those oh so charming panel type of interviews with a cross section of other managers I would be interacting with. Time to break out the serious interview wear.
In the meantime, I’m trying to stay present in my current gig and act like I still care. But I kinda don’t. The other day I spent most of the day fantasizing about throwing myself a going away party, and wondering how all my current colleagues would hit it off with my real life friends. I was amused at the prospects. Oh right. I still have a job to do, and the new job is hardly guaranteed. Right.
I guess this is a good practice. Stay present. Don’t get attached to something that doesn’t even exist yet, and don’t develop aversion for what is in front of you. I just have to keep reminding myself of that. Again. And again . . . and again.