20 months.
330 positions applied for.
19 interviews with 15 different companies.
The statistics are staggering – and depressing. When I walked out the front door of my last employer on October 22, 2010 I never dreamed my unemployment stint would last so long. What was novel and actually sort of fun in the beginning became a drag as the months stretched on. I used to write about my interviews here, but quit doing so when I realized that I apparently was jinxing myself because nobody ever called me back for a job. I love my parents, but get-togethers became stressful events. Though they never came out and said as much – wait, YES THEY DID – they weren’t too keen on having their fortysomething son moving back in with them. Naturally, I didn’t want to talk about my failed efforts to find work, and so my dad called the whole situation “the elephant in the room.”
Today, I am proud to say I killed the elephant.
I GOT A JOB!!!
Received the offer just after 8:00 this morning. It’s contingent on my passing a drug test, but I figure that’s just a formality. I’ll stay away from the poppy seed muffins until then.
And the meth.
The details, then? I’ll be the Sales & Marketing Coordinator for one of the nation’s largest independent music distributors. In my role, I’ll be working directly with record labels and helping to organize events like the SXSW Music Festival in Austin, Texas. Pretty fun stuff, and right up my alley – I’ve mentioned my passion for music, particularly indie rock, in this blog many times in the past. I knew I’d aced the interview the moment I left; my excitement over the position was glaringly evident. The Senior VP even commented on that as we shook hands afterward. Plus, my experience was a perfect match for the job duties. I walked away feeling more hopeful than I had after any of my other interviews, and when a friend called that afternoon to tell me they were checking references it was all I could do not to tell the world. But again, I didn’t want to jinx anything. When I didn’t get a call yesterday, my faith slipped a tiny bit. And then my phone rang a few minutes after I came downstairs today, and I just knew.
Hallelujah!
Admittedly, the pay could be better. I won’t become rich working there, but I think I’ll be happy and might actually enjoy my job. Plus, there are always opportunities for raises and promotions. It’s a foot in the door and an excellent addition to my resume. I’m pretty excited!
They wanted me to come in and take the drug test right away, but as luck would have it Tara and I were headed up to Seattle for a visit with her family in an hour. Fortunately they were fine having me wait until we return on Thursday, but I know they’re anxious for me to start. The person currently in that position is leaving on July 13th, and they want to get me trained before then. I fully expect to be heading off to my new job next Monday.
In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy my last few days of freedom. We’re planning a haunted hike in the Cascades tomorrow, and a nice dinner with the family. We’ll also try to hit the beach when we get back home, or do something fun downtown this weekend.
Here’s to new adventures!
And dead elephants.
Mark My Words 
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