I got a letter in the mail on Friday from a regional council I applied for a job with a week or two ago.
I was at the office spending the day working on a paper with a friend and colleague, and my partner calls me, all excited, to let me know. I said, “If it’s a letter, it’s a rejection. They wouldn’t be sending me a letter to arrange an interview”. Bless his heart though, he was so optimistic.
Of course, readers, I was right. Rejection. No reason – not even a hint of reason. Just, “thanks but no thanks”.
I honestly didn’t mind because it wasn’t a highly desirable position for me and would have involved a relocation to a part of the country I’m not super keen on, but I thought the first official rejection of Job Hunt 2015 deserved a blog post in its honour.
Now, back to that paper.
Post- PhD, Pre- Everything Else 