work possibilities

Do you remember the song by Donovan with the lines "First there is a mountain, then there isn't"? Job prospects seem to be like that. The other day interviews and possibilities seemed to be sprouting like mushrooms. One job disappeared when the company decided not to follow up on a project. Another interview bombed on the way. That group had never sent me any information about location or time, then seemed a little snippy when I called about it. A combination of their lack of professionalism and my mind being distraught. Another place is going for bioinformatics and preference to people who had studied science. That despite calling the job a reference librarian. So, I've gone from riding a crest to being in the trough between waves. If nothing else, this is the closest I've gotten to getting completely wet in water outdoors this year!

OK. It's not all bad. I did have a phone interview last week and another one tomorrow. The first one I thought went well, but they all kept a poker voice, as someone put it. Now for the anxiety of waiting to see if I go actually have an in-person interview. I hope so because, even with the possibility of moving, I think this would be a good fit.

Moving also means more separation from my children. Yeah, they're teens and in boarding school, but still.... Well, maybe I'll become more acquainted with Skype.

Let's hope someone makes a decision soon.

going back and the right thing

The job I had for a long time was in a hospital. Being a lifelong blood donor, already being in a hospital made donating much easier. For most of my donating career, I gave whole blood, but I switched to platelets some years ago. You're able to donate platelets much more frequently than whole blood and can donate up to 24 times in a year. The people in the donor center are like a family within a family and I missed that feeling after I left. So, even though it had been emotionally hard for me at first, I decided to keep going.

I had made it a point to talk to the "little" people when I was working - housekeeping, maintenance, security guards, cashiers. When I donated yesterday, I had to sign in and get a visitor's badge and had a chance to talk with the security guard. It was wonderful. She asked how I was doing and we chatted a little. Nothing profound, but it was a connection.

Over the years everyone had become bu sier at work and it wasn't always possible to see people as often as I had before. Some have said that they haven't seen me much, not knowing I don't work there anymore. But they are all so glad to see me. I realize that I really did make friends. Is it leaving a legacy? I do know that this has been an outstanding example of how doing the right thing has rewards. So I'm going to keep on doing it.