Do they still give out that award in the Miss America contest? I remember watching it as a kid and thinking it seemed like a pretty hollow substitute for winning the whole thing.
It sure feels that way when you come in second place for a job you really want.
Four interviews in the course of two days, several weeks apart. Walked out both times thinking I'd really put my best foot forward.
A couple of weeks waiting, with hope slowly diminishing.
One very awkward conversation with an old acquaintance who had to call me to give me the bad news. It had the tenor of one of those sucky "it's not you, it's me" conversations at the end of a relationship. (I think I, playing the role of Avis, was stronger in connections with the D.C. poverty law community, but Mr. Hertz was clearly a better fit in the corporate environment of the prospective employer.)
A few more weeks before I could blog about it without feeling rotten.
It's really O.K. now, but I was very bummed.
Yesterday, one of my A-number-one friends in the community of bloggers asked me what ever happened to the potential new job I'd interviewed for.
Then last night a friend from the synagogue asked the same question.
When I realized it didn't ache to answer them, I realized it was time to post about it.
My apologies to anyone whose fingers were still crossed. :)