San Francisco: The Waiting Days
So it comes a point in a relocation that you wait.
And you wait some more.
And nothing is moving.. nothing is happening.
You have sent your resume out, you have tried to network, you have called, asked, smiled, hand-shook and thank-lettered.
And you wait.
Mostly because there is this misguided notion that if you are new to a country, you can’t adapt or understand the working culture fast enough. And having hired people myself, I know how much the fitting-in factor plays a part in the selection.
However.
How can you make that decision before meeting someone? I have always made a point of taking the time to even do quick 15 minute interviews as introductions just on the sole purpose of ensuring that my decision on who I am hiring is not prejudged or uninformed.
The wait drives you to run in circles around yourself, second guessing your abilities, your skills your wants and your can-dos and have-dones.
And I know that at some point people will just start calling me.. and I know that once I got that first job I will have people head hunting me because my experience and skills are solid. However, everyone prefers that someone else takes the risk first.
I want to work. I am tired of sitting around and dealing with our relocation, our apartment and any other trivial crap. I want to wake up in the morning, put my clothes on and use my skills and experience to make someone else’s work and experience easier and nicer and more fulfilling.
Call me.
(or e-mail.. I am easy).
Song of the day:
She works hard for the money, Donna Summer