Extreme winds buffet these days. Last Friday brought two heartening interactions on the career front, followed by an uncalled-for harangue in the afternoon in my present job that left me rattled and riled and woke me in the night, not for the first time. Then yesterday I found out that a colleague who brings great creativity and spark to the job, who frequently works into the night and on weekends albeit is a chronic late arriver in the morning, was confronted with records of her late arrivals pulled from our office key-card entries. Who knew? And since they are now consolidating office space, my group will soon be moved such that we'll be right under management's noses. Last night I dreamed I was being fitted with a body-shaped iron cage where I sat, and I woke gasping for air.
Yesterday morning I contacted a former client from my freelance days asking if I could use him as a reference for my interview that was scheduled for today (they've since postponed it to next week) and he sent me a lovely note back that it was a pleasure to hear from me and of course I could. It's good because he's in a senior level position at his company, a marketing target of the people I'll be interviewing with. Meanwhile, I sent a note to the woman I interviewed with a couple of weeks ago, at the job I'd really love to get, expressing my continued interest in the position. She wrote back late yesterday saying they're still interviewing candidates, but it was a nice note and at least I've heard something. Then when I got home I had a phone conversation with a recruiter who pretty much denigrated my experience and skills. So there you go.
I try to keep breathing.