A Watched Phone Never Rings
I'm still pondering that job in Doha. The last sticking point is salary and the only thing left to do is for the company to get back to me about it so here I am, sitting by the phone, waiting for it to ring. It's not very interesting and all I can do is think about possibly having a job.
I know I should be doing work but it's just too much for me. I'm tired of job-hunting, I'm tired of the stress of thinking about this decision, I'm just tired because I haven't been sleeping well. It would be nice to go to sleep tonight knowing whether or not I have a job.
Job News
Well, after that last post it was bound to happen. I got offered a job on Thursday; I'm really excited about it as it was quite unexpected and lovely. Now I'm in the position where I don't yet know if I'll take it. First, it's in Doha (which sounds great but also means uprooting myself for the third time in a year, or something like that - I'm beginning to lose count) and second, it's for a job I actually didn't interview for so, while I know somewhat vaguely what the position entails, I don't know the specifics of it.
One of the things that I keep thinking about is that I have no compelling reason to stay in London other than just a desire to. I have good friends in London, I'm in love with the city, and I feel at home. What I consider compelling is someone giving me a reason to stay, though, and I just don't have that. I never have that, which makes my life both interesting and lonely. It gives me the freedom to move but at the same time it almost compels me to move.
Am I a Moron?
Why can't I find a job? Soon I will have been looking six months, have applied for over 120 jobs, and have had three interviews. I'm feeling simultaneously under and overqualified. I am networked out and tired of trying to sing my praises.
