Recently, I applied for a job I was incredibly qualified for. I went in for an interview and I kicked ass. I mean seriously kicked ass. I was enthusiastic. I was knowledgeable. I made my interviewer laugh. I can safely say it was one of the best interviews I have ever had in my life.
And then, I get the call. The pitying “Oh so sorry. There were just so many great candidates . . .” call. A comment was also made that I wasn’t quite qualified for the position in the right way, even though I have been working in conjunction with this department for the last four years.
I have been job hunting on and off for two years and every interview I’ve had has been followed with rejection and polite little hints that maybe I should just be content where I am, or worse, that I should go back to working as an administrative assistant.
I do not want to be an administrative assistant. I can do better than being someone’s administrative assistant.
I want to be in publishing. I deserve, with the hard work I have put in and the love I have for it, to work in publishing.
But it feels like everywhere I turn, I’m faced with people who don’t believe in me and people who are telling me to settle and to know my place.
I am writing this post today, not as a whine, but a pledge.
I will get a job in publishing. And the people who doubted me will be amazed they were so wrong.