Wow! First off, thank you to everyone who took the time to click over from Penelope Trunk's article on Yahoo Finance. Especially thanks to people who took the time to click over to my monthly poll. I can't tell you what a shot in the arm it's been to see so many readers and participants.
Secondly, to the many commentators on the original column, in my own defense, I do a lot of job searching, I just don't chronicle it here. I'm willing to bet you wouldn't detail all the jobs you'd applied to or been interviewed for either.
Thirdly, thank you for the kind suggestions and comments you've left for me. This is indeed a period of personal growth for me. I took a risk this week and wrote a completely different kind of cover letter for a job I know I would be great at. It sounded so much more like my own voice speaking, rather than the "cover letter voice," we all fall back on. I'm glad I did it, even if I don't get an interview.
I did get a proper rejection today (via email), which wasn't a surprise since they had blown me off for three weeks.
I read in Lola, Boston's new best friend, a tidbit that caught my eye. According to writer Roni F. Noland, there's apparently a trend of job posting reading "only employed individuals need apply." This was shocking to me, and smacks amazingly of discrimination. It was a little depressing to read that.
Then I encountered a post by Polly Pearson on the Women's DISH about her morning spent at a networking/mentoring session with MBA candidates and their mentors. She shared this advice from the day:
- “If a job doesn’t feel right in your gut, leave.”
- “A bad work climate/job can be likened to an abusive domestic relationship. People on the outside often ask, ‘Why doesn’t she just leave?’”
- “You will need help at some point, ask for it."
This time in my life is both terrifying and empowering. For the first time in ages, I don't know how I'm going to afford this apartment and put food and the table. It's scary to be in free fall. And at the same time, I'm writing more than I have in years. It's cathartic, putting it all down in words. Cathartic comes from the Greek word "katharos"--pure. It's the same root for my name, Kate. I think it's about finding what's pure, what's the truth in me. And I've got to face down the terror of the unknown, and forge ahead to something better.