As you know if you’ve been a reader for a hot minute, I had no job when I moved out to the suburbs in March. No. Job. Nojob. No income. Nothing. I mean really, who does that?
Well, that’s actually not completely true. When I gave notice at my job in the city, they asked that I stay on for a couple of weeks on a part-time basis to finish a project and help the new girl transition into my role. I spent three weeks going into the city two days per week and working five hours per day, which wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me. I got to hang out with my sister and make a few bucks while looking for employment out here. But the arrangement was temporary and after three weeks had run its course. I still didn’t have a new job and my bank account was groaning under the weight of our new house.
In the weeks leading up to our big move, I applied for several positions similar to what I was doing in fundraising. It just seemed like an automatic move. But the more jobs I applied for, the more descriptions I read, the more I combed through my cover letter, the more I knew I had absolutely no desire to continue in the nonprofit world. None. In fact, I dreaded hearing from any of the jobs I applied for. Clearly, it was time to make a change. The problem? After working in the nonprofit sector for most of my career, I honestly had no idea how to look for a job in the corporate world. If I couldn’t find it on npo.net, it may as well not exist.
I updated my resume on CareerBuilder, but was underwhelmed by the options posted in my area (understatement). I applied for a few positions here and there, but then I saw it: a job I might actually be qualified for that I might actually want to do. I applied via CareerBuilder and waited… for about thirty minutes, when I received a phone call from the placement agency that had posted the ad. They liked me; maybe not for that job, but for something. And something was certainly better than the nothing I was quickly becoming accustomed to in my job search.
I went for an interview at the placement agency a couple of days later and discussed an opportunity at a large retail chain headquartered about 10 miles from our new house. It seemed too good to be true. I was expecting to commute at least 30-45 minutes each way, so the 20 minute drive from home was perfect. Further, it was exactly what I asked for after my last job: clean, corporate, and a good work/life balance.
Long story short, I went in for three nerve-wracking interviews over most of April. And in the end, I got a job. I’m now on week 2, day 2 of my new corporate life. Really, I dig it. After several years in positions that offered no training, no assistance, and no one who could answer a basic question, I like that over 100 other people do the same job I do. I like that I can ask any question I can possibly think of and someone will know the answer. We have kitchens with microwaves that aren’t from 1987. We have snack drawers. Guys, we have coffee machines. Machines… that’s plural. Bliss.
So that’s that, for now. I’m still in training (training!) so I haven’t really started working yet. It remains to be seen how I’ll feel when I’m being given actual responsibility, but until then I’m enjoying soaking up the culture as well as the information. Next step? Making some friends. After a month and a half, it’s getting mighty lonely out here in the ‘burbs.
How did you get your last job?