Gengar's Myth

“You really shot yourself in the foot,” he said.

I looked down at the burrito I was supposed to be eating. I had only ordered it because the last time my boss came to talk to me we visited the same place, and I did not eat, and it felt somewhat awkward. Never mind that I had eaten about two hours earlier and I really can’t eat when I’m nervous or stressed; the desire to place some sort of normalcy into 4 days’ worth of apprehension was my top priority.

“Here’s where you messed up.” He proceeded to give me a breakdown of the two spots in which I’d done damage to myself during the interview, both of which I was aware of. The interview was with his boss, short and clipped and detached.

“He said no.”

“OK.” I looked down again.

“Don’t get discouraged!” He proceeded to discuss the ideas he had for development and increasing rankings and told me some stories about his previous life before this job. He told me he still thinks I am probably the best person for the job, we’ve just had a setback, and he is going to do some research, as well as interview a few other candidates.

He said he will keep me posted.

It’s the best criticism I’ve ever received. I would rather know a million times over why I didn’t get a job. The REAL reason, not a fluffy reason. Not a reason that is legitimate that is backed up with false promises for development.

Just tell me I shot myself in the foot. Tell me when, where, and how. Tell me about the time you shot yourself in the foot. And tell me to not be discouraged. Tell me you still have my back if you do have it.

Have I mentioned I like my boss, and I think he’s going to be pretty great as time goes on?

I went to San Francisco about a month ago and am just now posting about it.

It was, of course, lovely. On Friday my friend and I hiked Angel Island, then took a ferry to…somewhere else I currently can’t remember. We had lunch. It was picturesque, as everything in SF is. I really like it there. I wish I could get a job there, but it’s incredibly competitive, so you need to have an “in” as it were, to even have a chance of being considered…which is a bit disappointing, but, I suppose, understandable. It is a little terrifying to think of moving to one of the most expensive cities in America without something lined up, don’t you think?

Anyways, here’s a panoramic I took from the top of Angel Island:

We actually had a rather laid-back weekend; we went to Napa on Saturday, which was fun, but not as educational and a bit more booze-fueled than I would have liked, but the scenery was most definitely gorgeous. Sunday I wasn’t feeling too well, and though we were out for about half the day, in the evening we hung around and watched teen flicks. I ate ramen, real ramen, for the first time. IT WAS AMAZING. I really enjoyed it. I love food. I know it’s super silly and I love Mexican food to death, and apparently it doesn’t really exist in Cali, but there is so much FOOD in San Francisco, and it’s all different. Or at least, it has been for me.

I also went on another date with my, uhh…romantic interest…while I was there, so that was nice. I like him, but it can’t really develop with so much space. Maybe I’ll get lucky and line up something where I can move and have an awesome job AND a love life :-p

Funny thing…but it is a lot easier for me to blog when I am not so happy. Isn’t that terrible? I use this as a bit of a looking-glass, though, and I suppose it’s a bit therapeutic. Honestly, things have actually been going fairly well for me lately, and I’ve been in a much better mood since I got back from my vacation; I guess I just needed a break!