I had a job interview yesterday. It went horrible. No, that’s not true. I was horrible.
I realized quickly I was unsuited for the position, and I soon began to stumble upon my words, and the more I stumbled, the more nervous I got, and the more I realized I wasn’t using complete sentences. By the end, I was deflated and just wanted to crawl into bed with my pj’s and my two best buds, Ben and Jerry. What had happened to bubbly Erika? What had happened to the girl who lands jobs faster than J.Lo finds a husband? What happened to this girl?
But I had to go to work. So off I went, and I got lost for some reason. And then I realized I had forgotten my phone at home. And what is it about forgetting your phone that makes you feel like you’re cut off from the world? I hate it but it’s true.
I got into the office and called my mom. When I hung up the phone, I cried.
I feel like I’ve been looking for a job for-ev-er. I just need one break. I keep telling myself that the right job will come along. That I just need to be patient. Most days, I believe it. Yesterday? Was not one of those days.
The one person I knew I needed to call? The husband. But I didn’t call him.
I was still mad at him, hurt by him over something he had said/done the night before. So I didn’t call him. I didn’t email him to tell him I had forgotten my phone. Instead, I mentally drafted up a mock speech that I was prepared to give him next time I talked to him, and it detailed why I was mad, why I had the right to be mad, and why he was wrong.
This is typical me. Maybe I’m a typical woman?
I spent most of the day holed up in my office, wallowing in my misery, silently praying and asking for some sort of miracle. Repeating to myself: my time will come, my time will come. It was a rough, rough day.
At 3:42, my work phone rang. It was Eric aka the husband.
As soon as I heard his voice, my anger melted away. I didn’t give him the mock speech I had mentally practiced at least 10 times. Instead I told him about the interview. He said some encouraging words, as he always does.
At the sound of his voice, I realized I felt better instantly. I wanted to stay mad, but I soon realized I wanted even more for him to make me feel better. And he did.
I’m not quite sure what the lesson was, but I know I learned something.