"Thank you for coming in and meeting our team for an interview. We enjoyed
meeting you and getting to know you better. Unfortunately, after reviewing
your information, our team has determined that, though impressive, your
qualifications are not the right match for this position. We wish you the
best of luck with your future endeavors."
But alas, I need to keep on chuggin'. I have 2 interviews lined up next week, for jobs I'm more interested in. I'm hoping I impress them enough to actually hire me.
When I texted The Husband today, he was supportive and such. But for some reason, it wasn't doing it for me. That is, until he sent this text:
Though the words soothed my soul for a while, the sting of defeat lingered on. I needed a distraction from all of the job searching and interview obsessing I had been doing. I went for a drive.
During my Sulk Drive, I went to CVS to buy some comforting beef jerky. Instead, I wandered down the wrong aisle, and came across these little gems:
When I was a child growing up with my grandmother in North Dakota, we used to go on love drives together through the country. We would always fuel up on soda and snacks (yes, soda. My grandma wasn't up on the "what not to feed a small child" literature). My snack of choice? You guessed it: Corn Nuts. I was partial to the Original and Ranch flavors, but any of them would do.
I had hadn't Corn Nuts in years, when I opened the package in the car today. The smell alone, while making some other sick, reminds me of home. They say that smell is the most powerful trigger for memories. But that first crunch of the mini, salty Corn Nuts was triggered one incredible sensation. Chasing the snack with my Diet Coke solidified that sensation. I was home.
I'm fortunate enough to have wonderful people who support me, and wonderful memories to remind me of who I am. I am one lucky girl.