Retract That
I spoke with my new employer people again later today, and they pulled a good news / bad news thing on me.
The good news is that just after having told me it would be six to eight weeks to get the work permit, they got an update that it's being processed now after all, so they said I could expect progress in only a couple of days.
I was trembling in anticipation of the bad news. Wouldn't you? I mean who actually says that kind of thing?
Anyway, the "bad" news is that although everyone loved me in my final interview, they weren't sure I was a good fit for the specific position I was up for. Upon hearing this my heart jumped into my throat.
"However," she said, "There's an even better project management sort of position that they suggested for you instead, that they really want you for. I wasn't sure what you'd think of this."
I was pleased.
I'd been contemplating the idea of getting back into technical management again, and may feet were getting colder as the days got shorter. Leave it to a slow-moving hiring process to make a person think and rethink just about every aspect of the job.
I should find out more details about this position sometime tomorrow. I have to do another interview with the PMO person, but seeing as how I've done four interviews for this opportunity already, a fifth one can't hurt can it?
Regardless, "pah" on bad news. That wasn't bad news at all. My cat still hasn't come back — that's bad news. I kind of thought that he'd show back up when it started getting dark, and I've been driving myself crazy thinking I'm hearing him outside the window, but every time I hear it, I run outside and there's nothing. I'm starting to wonder if somehow he's in the walls.
I talked to a neighbor who has a little cocker spaniel he walks three or four times a day (not to mention a veritable tropical rainforest of plants around his condo which he waters daily), asking if he'd seen him. After a little bit he understood what cat I was talking about, but said he hasn't seen him.
Sigh.
This is no way to lose a pet. I hope he's okay somewhere.
The good news is that just after having told me it would be six to eight weeks to get the work permit, they got an update that it's being processed now after all, so they said I could expect progress in only a couple of days.
I was trembling in anticipation of the bad news. Wouldn't you? I mean who actually says that kind of thing?
Anyway, the "bad" news is that although everyone loved me in my final interview, they weren't sure I was a good fit for the specific position I was up for. Upon hearing this my heart jumped into my throat.
"However," she said, "There's an even better project management sort of position that they suggested for you instead, that they really want you for. I wasn't sure what you'd think of this."
I was pleased.
I'd been contemplating the idea of getting back into technical management again, and may feet were getting colder as the days got shorter. Leave it to a slow-moving hiring process to make a person think and rethink just about every aspect of the job.
I should find out more details about this position sometime tomorrow. I have to do another interview with the PMO person, but seeing as how I've done four interviews for this opportunity already, a fifth one can't hurt can it?
Regardless, "pah" on bad news. That wasn't bad news at all. My cat still hasn't come back — that's bad news. I kind of thought that he'd show back up when it started getting dark, and I've been driving myself crazy thinking I'm hearing him outside the window, but every time I hear it, I run outside and there's nothing. I'm starting to wonder if somehow he's in the walls.
I talked to a neighbor who has a little cocker spaniel he walks three or four times a day (not to mention a veritable tropical rainforest of plants around his condo which he waters daily), asking if he'd seen him. After a little bit he understood what cat I was talking about, but said he hasn't seen him.
Sigh.
This is no way to lose a pet. I hope he's okay somewhere.