Sunday, May 18, 2008
What a difference a week makes (168 little hours)
Two weeks ago, I was told about a possible job that sounded designed for me. It would have involved working with my old group at Bank of New York and travel to England. Probably also travel to Boston and other places, working on the system I originally installed 8 years ago. I also had a technical interview over the phone for a full time position with a large consultancy – they had an assignment for me in New York City - but didn’t expect it to come to anything. But still, I was feeling good when I came home last weekend.
As last week progressed, it became apparent that the dream job was unlikely to happen, but on Tuesday I was told that the Consulting Company wanted me to work for them, but first wanted me to name a time to come into their Teaneck office to meet with them. All I had to do was tell them when I would come in to meet them. I told them Monday and was assured that I would be called by the Human Resources person to set it up. So I booked a non-refundable bus journey for Monday instead of my usual Sunday, and booked to leave Boston later than usual as I could do without being here Friday evening if my weekend was being extended.
In the meantime, I got a call from England that the job in Frankfurt that was mentioned to me in February was once again available, and another call regarding an ‘immediate start contract in NYC’.
By Friday, there was no word on either of those contracts and I was told that the job I had really wanted was not currently considered viable. And by then, I was quite upset with the HR person at the consultancy, who had apparently made an absolute promise to the job agent that he would call me Thursday to arrange a time. But the call never came.
Two more weeks!
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As last week progressed, it became apparent that the dream job was unlikely to happen, but on Tuesday I was told that the Consulting Company wanted me to work for them, but first wanted me to name a time to come into their Teaneck office to meet with them. All I had to do was tell them when I would come in to meet them. I told them Monday and was assured that I would be called by the Human Resources person to set it up. So I booked a non-refundable bus journey for Monday instead of my usual Sunday, and booked to leave Boston later than usual as I could do without being here Friday evening if my weekend was being extended.
In the meantime, I got a call from England that the job in Frankfurt that was mentioned to me in February was once again available, and another call regarding an ‘immediate start contract in NYC’.
By Friday, there was no word on either of those contracts and I was told that the job I had really wanted was not currently considered viable. And by then, I was quite upset with the HR person at the consultancy, who had apparently made an absolute promise to the job agent that he would call me Thursday to arrange a time. But the call never came.
Two more weeks!
