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There was another reason why I was so upset over the nasty client, beyond the distinct possibility of losing my job:
I had a second interview scheduled for a job at The National Religious Partnership for the Environment. I hadn't posted anything about this because I didn't want to jinx myself; the Partnership is a major, major player in environmental circles and is helping to draft the big climate change/poverty initiative legislation that's in the Senate right now, and the chance to work for a place where I could actually make a real difference in the world would be more than a dream come true. I've had so many interviews this fall seem to be good in person and result in nothing that I didn't want to get my hopes up by talking about it too much.
The executive director wanted to meet me in person after the director of finance had a phone interview with me on Wednesday, and the only time it could be scheduled was Friday at 5:30. The screaming client called at 4:30, and I was still rattled enough by the time I finally got to Amherst for the interview that I was off my game for at least part of the two-plus hours I spent talking with this gentleman. I had to beg off out of choir practice to go at all (more guilt beyond a client being angry enough to threaten me), and I probably blew it anyway because of my current awful job.
Needleworkers helped a lot because I was with friends, but I'm still feeling like I let down my current employer, my prospective employer, and my friends.
And that was why yesterday was lousy.
I had a second interview scheduled for a job at The National Religious Partnership for the Environment. I hadn't posted anything about this because I didn't want to jinx myself; the Partnership is a major, major player in environmental circles and is helping to draft the big climate change/poverty initiative legislation that's in the Senate right now, and the chance to work for a place where I could actually make a real difference in the world would be more than a dream come true. I've had so many interviews this fall seem to be good in person and result in nothing that I didn't want to get my hopes up by talking about it too much.
The executive director wanted to meet me in person after the director of finance had a phone interview with me on Wednesday, and the only time it could be scheduled was Friday at 5:30. The screaming client called at 4:30, and I was still rattled enough by the time I finally got to Amherst for the interview that I was off my game for at least part of the two-plus hours I spent talking with this gentleman. I had to beg off out of choir practice to go at all (more guilt beyond a client being angry enough to threaten me), and I probably blew it anyway because of my current awful job.
Needleworkers helped a lot because I was with friends, but I'm still feeling like I let down my current employer, my prospective employer, and my friends.
And that was why yesterday was lousy.
